Page 74 of Her Filthy Mistake

“You don’t have to explain. I’m just glad you’re happy, and I can’t wait to meet her.”

I stroke Zoe’s back and kiss her temple. “I’m not sure when that will be, but you’ll meet her soon.”

“Perfect. You know you can take all the time you need. Albert needs to step up to the plate anyway because you’ll be taking on a new role soon. And if you’d rather work out of KC, Victor and my father have plenty of business opportunities out there while we wait for the first tour stop.”

A jolt of electricity shoots through me at the mention of the tour. I can’t wait to get on stage again and showcase my new music. For the first time, I feel like I’m myself and not trying to fit into someone else’s mold of what I should be doing.

“I’ll let you know. Everleigh, I can’t thank you enough. I appreciate you and everything you’ve done.”

Zoe rocks her head back and glares.

“And Victor. Your husband. You’re very dominant and demanding husband.”

Everleigh’s laughter fills the line. “I take it your woman is in the room.” Your woman. Damn, that sounds good.

“Yes, she is.” I wink at Zoe. “I’m talking to my boss, and she can’t wait to meet you.”

“Good.” Zoe purses her lips together and smirks. “You’d better stay on the straight and narrow.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m headed back.”

When the line is dead, and I’ve dropped the phone next to my cooling mug of coffee, I kiss Zoe’s lips. “I’ll always be on the straight and narrow for my love.” I wrap my arms around her waist as she laces her arms around my neck.

“Do you need to get back?”

“That’s what I was calling her about. I need a little more time for us to decide what’s next. Do you want to live here? Or move to Vegas until the tour starts?”

“Well, I am unemployed.”

I spin her around and brace my arms on either side of her. “No, you are not. You’re my manager, so you can decide where we live. Until everything is finalized, I need to keep working. I have some money saved up but not enough to be unemployed and paying you a fulltime wage to be my manager.”

“You’re not paying me.” She straddles my thigh and runs her fingers through my hair. The woman is drop-dead gorgeous and smells like heaven. “Well, other than with sex. I’ll work for sex.”

I lean down and nuzzle her neck. No longer able to keep my mouth off her. “I’ll pay you with sex and money.”

She shivers and moans as I near her ear. “Why are you so good at that?”

“What?” I slide my tongue along her flesh and slip my hands under her T-shirt, caressing and stroking her skin.

“Knowing what turns me on?” Her nails dig into my skull, causing my dick to jump in anticipation.

“It’s instinctive,” I growl into her ear and suck the tiny piece of flesh between my lips.

“Damn it.” She grinds harder on my thigh, giving me a front row to her damp arousal. “I’m going to need another shower.”

“So what’s it going to be? I can work here for my boss’s husband, or we can live in Vegas for a while. I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together.”

“Vegas.” She pulls back and cups my face. “I want to live in Vegas for a bit. I want to forget everything my dad did to keep us apart and just enjoy each other.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” Her eyes bore into mine. “Daisy said she was okay if I dropped out of class. I hate to leave her behind, but I think it’s important to spend a few months with just us.”

Ding. Dong. The doorbell interrupts our conversation.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

“No.” She takes a step toward the door and stops, turning back to me. “It’s probably my mom and Landon. Are you ready to talk to them?”

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