Page 131 of Rush of Jealousy

The main door opens again, and I hear Graham’s voice. “Angie?”

“In here,” I call out. “Dominic is here dropping off papers. And stealing fruit.”

Dominic smiles. “I can replace it.”

Graham moves to my side and eyes Dominic suspiciously. Something transpires between the two men, and I wonder if Graham has some secret nonverbal code that he trains his associates in. It is so annoying.

He takes the papers from Dominic and moves them to his office down the hall.

“I hope you at least knocked,” he scolds. “Angie is living here now, and I need my friends and business associates to respect that.”

Dominic nods slowly and glances between us. “You look happy, Angie, and for that I am really glad.”

“Thank you.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Graham, will you walk me out?”

“Yeah.” He smiles at me. “Be right back.”

I watch as both men exit the room and enter the elevator together. Something seems off. I can’t tell if it’s just that Dominic may not realize that I know he isn’t the CEO for Entice Escort Agency. That it is all a charade. He probably doesn’t realize that I know about Graham’s obsession with finding out who drugged Penny—and in turn, find out who is continuing to do the drugging. Mark is obviously involved, but he has to have minions working for him. The only way to successfully bring down the whole entire organization is to punish every key player.

Graham returns and saunters over to me. I place my arms on his shoulders and mold my body to his. “You’re back early.”

“It’s hard to get work done when I know you are here by yourself thinking of me.”

“Man, you are extra presumptuous today, aren’t you?”

“But you were thinking of me, weren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. Because I have been thinking of you all day. Are you sure you don’t want to work at HH? I would be way more efficient at my job if I had midafternoon sex regularly.”

I shake my head at him. “I’m not cut out to be your secretary or personal assistant. You know that I don’t have it in me to follow most of your orders. You are way too bossy. Plus, with your track record, I would barely make it an hour before you would be searching for a replacement.”

He laughs. “True. Except for the last part.”

“How many other visitors should I expect this week to just barge in here? You better be glad I don’t just randomly walk around naked.”

“I’m in the process of getting the locks rekeyed.”

“Good.”

“So feel comfortable walking around naked.”

“Maybe.”

“I have a few work related things I need to finish up in my office here. But did you want to use the spare room on this floor to set up your sewing area? We can move your desk together.”

“Yeah, sure,” I say with an eager nod, “that sounds good.” I have never had a whole room dedicated to my hobby. It has always been a small corner of a room or a few bins stuffed under my bed that could be pulled out when I felt inspired.

Graham kisses me on the lips and lingers there for a few seconds before pulling away. “I love having you here with me.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be right now than with you.”

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Even though I haven’t spent much time in the penthouse cumulatively, I am starting to relax and picture living here as more of a normal thing—and less of it just being an extended sleepover. Graham is busy working in his office, and I’m setting up my sewing room. It’s a lot of fun being able to decide where I want the desk situated and where I want all of my supplies to go.

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