Page 90 of Daddy By Design

Waiting for my mouth on her dripping pussy.

“Well, don’t just stand there glowering at me.” She pushed the box toward the chair beside her. “You want a Coke?”

“Yeah, that’d be good. It’s hot as hell.”

She stood up and went to a cabinet beside the conference table. Inside was a mini fridge stocked with sodas.

“Oh, can I have one of the Mt. Dews instead?”

“Luckily, TJ just bought a new case.” She slid the can down to me.

I grabbed it and cracked the top, taking a long drink. I flipped the box open to find half cheese and a half-loaded pie with hot peppers. Girl after my own heart. A plate sailed toward me as I lifted them out and I stopped it with the thin yet crispy pizza. I lifted the loaded one to my mouth and hummed around the spicy mix of veg and meat. “Good.”

“Jimmy’s is the best.” She plucked a piece of pepper off hers and popped it in her mouth. “Spicy peppers make it.”

I’d never known a woman to enjoy food as much as she did. Most of the ones I’d known—save for my sister—were more worried about counting calories than enjoying them. She ate with relish, and I was very glad that a table covered me.

“So, Gideon sent me the report. Did you have a chance to look it over yet?”

“I started to and got pissed off at how long it was.” I took another bite.

She ripped off a piece of crust and dabbed it over her pizza to soak up all the good stuff. When I gave her a look, she shrugged. “I like to eat my crust first.” She popped it in her mouth. When she finished chewing, she sipped from her soda. “I know it looks long, but it’s a lot of little stuff. Bringing an old house up to code is a pain in the ass, but Gideon has a great team. Only thing that might slow us down is plumbing.”

I leaned back in my chair, wiping off my fingers with a napkin. “Think that’ll kill my bottom line?”

“It ain’t gonna be pretty.” She picked up her crustless pizza and folded it New York style and took a big bite.

“The real question I have is how long is it going to take?”

She put her slice down. “Gideon gave me a heads-up there. You’re not going to like it.”

“End of summer?”

She pointed her finger to say higher.

“Fall?” My chest tightened and a growl curled under my breastbone.

“Maybe by the end of fall.”

I pushed my chair back and paced away from the table.

“Look, there’s a lot of work to be done structurally. The windows alone are going to take time, especially with the stained-glass portion of them. We have a guy we use locally, and he’s damn good, but there’s a wait. Unless you know someone who does that as well.”

I laced my fingers at the back of my neck. “No. I have a call in to Archer, but he hasn’t gotten back to me yet. Still off-grid.”

She stood and followed me over to the panel that had my plans still pinned up. “Look, I get wanting things to move faster.”

“Can I just throw money at it?”

“Just how much money do you have budgeted, Nolan?”

I glanced at her. “How much do you need to advance the timetable?”

She stared at me for a long minute. “You’re serious?”

“Do I seem the type to joke?”

“No. Though you should sometimes. You’re a real bear.” She rolled her eyes when I didn’t so much as smile at her. “You’re the worst. Throwing money at it only does so much.” When I opened my mouth, she held up a hand. “But it will work for the windows, which takes a big chunk out of your schedule.”

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