Page 113 of Tempting All The Way

I’m not being farcical. I’m just being a realist.

There is a reason I’ve managed to get to where I am in my career. Why I’ve made such a name for myself in this city. Fuck, in thiscountry. I have clients fly in from all over the world to work with me. Though, I admit, the other part of me that wants her to stay—yeah, that’s all completely fucking selfish. I’ve become accustomed to our lunch meetings, to the daily dessert that she offers me.

“Hold up… You said you were going to the doctor. Why are we pulling into your apartment building?” Bentley asks.

“I’d be pulling intoourapartment building if you agreed to move in with me,” I tell her.

“Funny. Don’t change the subject. Why are we here?” she questions in a moredon’t fuck with metone.

“We’re here because I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out.” I look over at her and shut off the ignition.

“No, you need a doctor,” she argues. Ignoring her protests, I climb out of the car, walk around to the passenger side door, and open it for her. “I’m serious, Nathan,” she says, refusing to step out.

“So am I. You can either get out and walk, or I’ll carry you up there. I really don’t care which. Either way, we are going upstairs, and I am going to have my filthy way with that body of yours,” I tell her. Then, leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, baby girl.”

Bentley unclips her seat belt and jumps out of the car quicker than I’ve ever seen her exit it before. “If you die on me, I’m going to bury you in a banana field,” she says under her breath.

“I’ll be dead. I don’t think I’ll care where you bury me.” I laugh.

“Fine. If you die on me, I’ll visit that banana field… with my next boyfriend.” She smirks.

Thathas me seeing fucking red. “If any other man thinks he can touch you, I’ll fucking haunt them into an insane asylum.”

“Great, because it seems the mentally unstable are just my type.” She laughs, entering the elevator when the doors open.

“Your comedic ability really makes me question why you chose to practice law when you clearly have a knack for stand-up,” I deadpan.

“I’d become too famous as a comedian, and I don’t want the fame. I just want to live a quiet life, settle down. Find a nice guy to marry, possibly have kids, maybe not. Buy a big house in the suburbs.”

“The suburbs?” I screw up my face. I have no intention of ever moving out of the city. Why the fuck anyone wants to live in the goddamn suburbs is beyond me.

“Yep. I want a big house, a yard, and neighbours who don’t share an adjoining wall.” She shrugs. She’s really put a lot of thought into her future.

“You’ve already found the nice guy you’re going to marry. I’ll see what I can do about a big house for you,” I tell her. I have no idea how, but surely there has to be something like that in the city. That has to be a thing, right?

“I didn’t tell you that to get you to deliver my future. I’m just saying that sometimes money and fame aren’t for everyone.”

“Says the girl who grew up richer than Richie Rich,” I say, trying to hold back my eye roll.

“Until I didn’t,” she counters.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, because I probably shouldn’t have reminded her of everything she’s been through. Everything that happened to her family. Everything she’s lost.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I know. But I am. And I am going to make sure I win that claim against Kemp.”

“Weare going to win that claim against Kemp.”

“We?”

“Did I forget to tell you?” She lifts a brow at me in question.

“Tell me what?”

“I’m staying. I’ve decided leaving isn’t the best option for my career.”

I blink at her.Yes, she bloody forgot to tell me. What the hell? How long has she been making me suffer with the thought of not having her with me all day at work anymore?

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