Page 86 of Dirty Rich Cinderella Story

I motion to the bathroom where I know we’re clear, and we step inside, but for safe measure, I pull her close, my hands on her hips, and I speak near her ear. “Undress and redress in here. Nowhere else.”

“Do you really think we’re being bugged?”

I pull back to look at her. “If they’re watching us, they could be listening to us.” I press my cheek to hers again, my hand sliding up her back to settle between her shoulder blades. “And just so you know,” I say softly, “every moment that you catch me looking at you, I’m thinking about touching you. Most likely, I’m thinking of you lying across my lap, your pretty, naked ass in the air, and how much I want to spank you again.”

She sucks in a breath that I catch with a kiss, before I say, “I’ll see you in an hour,” and exit the bathroom and then the room. I hate fucking leaving her in that room alone. I enter mine, clear the room as I had hers, and then walk to the end of the hallway and call Ashley.

“How are things, boss?”

“Interesting,” I say. “What’s your exact ETA?”

“It could be three weeks. I have to deal with personal matters, but I can manage a part-time load.”

“I won’t argue. As you know, I’m mentoring Lori Havens, a Stanford law student, who I plan to bring on full time with the firm. Call Stanford and find out how the hell I can get Lori her degree in no more than six months.”

“All right. What do I need to know about her?”

“Nothing you don’t ask her yourself when you get your ass back to work, outside of how to get her through law school in six months.”

“Interesting,” she says. “I can’t wait to meet Lori Havens.” I can hear the damn smile on her face. I hang up and walk past Lori’s room to get to mine and I do so with a vow: Six months from now, we will not be hiding. She will have her degree, she will see herself as the equal I already know her to be, and the world will know that she is mine.

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