Page 62 of Crave Me

Lionel’s focus briefly drops to our entwined hands. Like many of my staff, he’s likely had his suspicions, but I’m happy to confirm them all the same.

“What time do you want to meet?” he asks, turning to face the doors.

“I suggested noon since it will be nine their time.” I look to Wren. “We’ll notify you as soon as we know. Just make sure the team is available.”

“Evan, the team will set up tents in your office to avoid missing that call,” he tells me, causing us to chuckle.

We walk out of the elevators, through the enclosed glass lobby, and into the parking deck. “Good night, Evan. Wren,” he adds, nodding.

“Good night,” we reply.

He heads toward the right. My reserved parking space is just a few feet from elevator, as is the Assistant Vice-Chair spot where Wren’s vehicle waits. “That’s a good title for you,” I say motioning to the letters painted into the concrete.

“No, that’s a good spot for someone more qualified than me.” She opens the door with the key fob and places her new purse on the seat.

“You may not hold the degree, but you have a gift for business.” My gaze darts across her face as my arms find her waist. “You deserve a change in title and more money. But I’m too selfish to let you go.”

“Then don’t let me go,” she tells me.

I suppose it’s too soon to tell her I never want to, so I say something else instead. “Will you do something for me?”

Her smile is sweet while her tone suggests more. “Haven’t you figured out that I would do anything for you?”

I close my eyes, relieved not only to hear her words, but how she says them. “I want us to go away next weekend. Pick the place, I don’t care what it costs. My only wish is to be alone with you.”

Since the day she fell onto my lap, our kisses come more frequently as well as our affection. We’ve also managed a few dinners out and some functions with her family. Just last Sunday, we went to see a movie that according to her had, “a lot of shit that will blow up and people shooting at each other, but you’ll love it.” She was right, but it was the time we shared that I most enjoyed.

As I ask her to plan our getaway, she knows I’m asking for more than a goodnight and a gentle touch. I want to wake up with her beside me.

“If I say yes, will you do a couple of things for me?” She grins at my nod. “There’s a birthday party coming up that I’ve been invited to. I’d like you to go with me.”

“Fair enough. What’s the other thing?”

“I want you to go upstairs and finish your work.” Her skin flushes as her smile widens. “Then I want you to come home to me.”

I straighten. “You want me to spend the night with you?”

She meets my face, ardor erasing all doubt. “I’ve been trying to be good,” she tells me. “But tonight, I want more than a little naughty. Tell me you want it, too, so I don’t have to spend another night without you.”

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