Page 109 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“Fine.” My eyes narrow.But you know me well enough to stick your cock in me.“I remember my NDA, sir.”

He drains his cup of coffee and slams his laptop shut with a frustrated sigh. “And stop running at the automatic doors to test them.”

Shit.I cringe. Okay, so maybe I’ve done that once or twice.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” I bristle. “Are you spying on me?”

“No,”he saysashestandsup.“The security system detected unusual activity in the lounge area.”

“Did they detect any other unusual activity over the past few weeks?” I ask with a hint of sarcasm.

His eyes meet mine in a warning. So it’s okay for him to talk about what happened between us, but not me.

Without another word, he strides out.

***

“Want to grab a coffee?” Sam asks as we stroll lazily through Central Park. After a sun-soaked yoga session, I’m in a very chilled-out mood. Maybe it’s because Sam is the opposite of Killian; he’s friendly, charming, and allows my pulse to remain at a healthy rate.

“I can’t,” I moan. “I have to go shopping. Killian wants me to look presentable tonight to serve drinks at his fancy dinner.” I roll my eyes in disgust. “The way he looked at me this morning, you’d think I walked around with butt cleavage or something.”

“Butt what?”

“Butt cleavage,” I explain. “It’s where you show some of your ass like you would breasts. Like a half moon.”

“Right,” Sam splutters. “Yeah, the mayor might have a heart attack.”

“As if anyone’s going to be looking at me, anyway. But if that’s his wish, then it’s only right I hit the designer shops.”

“Do you want some company?”

I eye him skeptically. “Are you serious? You want to come shopping?”

“I like spending time with you, but…” He smirks. “An afternoon in Bloomingdale’s isn’t my idea of a good time.”

“Tell me about it. I like the idea of shopping. Then, after ten minutes, I want to get the hell out. I’ll just flash Killian’s credit card and ask someone to pick something that suits me. I want to spend the rest of the afternoon working on some new furniture designs.” I sigh guiltily.

It’s time to get my life plan in order.

This life is temporary.

My chest tightens. Two months from now, I’ll no longer work for Killian. The au pair agency is searching for another family, but they could be based anywhere in the state.

I need to work out how to stay in New York and do what I love.

“What should I wear to make an impression in front of a mayor? I’m aiming for a First Lady-style look.” Like the woman from the hotel. Has he seen her since? He hasn’t had any Tuesday sex transactions since I moved in.

God, if he did, I don’t know if I could handle it. What if he has sex a few floors above me?

Could he be so cruel?

The pangs of jealousy are back.

Sam looks me up and down and winks. “Doesn’t matter what you wear, you’ll look gorgeous.”

“Yeah,right,” I scoff. “But thanks for the ego boost. So give me the lowdown. Who’ll be at this?”

“Tonight? Connor and his date. His other business partner, JP, short for John Paul. You probably haven’t met him yet; he lives in Vegas and runs the office there. If you think Killian is ruthless, JP is on an entirely different level. Try to steer clear of him. He’s the wolf in Quinn & Wolfe.” He thinks for a moment. “Mayor Williams and his wife. Counselor Menendez and his wife.”

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