Page 138 of Point of Contention

Chapter Forty-Seven

Six Weeks Later

Rylan

Leaving Turn the Paige at half-past twelve, my feet stuttered on the steps as my gaze landed on the Adonis waiting for me at the curb. Leaning back against the sleek black and orange Bugatti, Cabot was the epitome of devastating in his dark suit and black sunglasses. Always smug about the affect he had on me, he smirked and the tilt of his lips made my insides heat to boiling.

He licked his lips as he watched me, waiting for me to find the power to move my feet forward again after being so stunned by his surprise presence.

“Hi,” I said as I finally made my way down the stairs.

“Hi.” He opened his arms and I stepped into them, smiling when he immediately pushed his nose into my hair and breathed me in. “How has your day been so far?”

I pushed back to look up at him, grinning. “Amazing.”

Cabot smiled. “And your new boss? You like her?”

“Yes, oh my god, she’s incredible.”

He nodded, grinning down at me.

“And your day?” I asked watching his expression for any sign of dismay. Things had been going smoothly for him ever since his father was forced into retirement and Cabot took over, sharing the position of CEO with Travis Wilder, but we always worried the other shoe would drop.

“Spectacular.”

I lifted my brows. “Oh yeah.”

“Yes,” Cabot said, nodding, then he quickly changed the subject. “How long is your lunch break?”

“Thirty minutes.”

He glanced at his watch. “That should do it. Get in.” He moved quickly, stepping aside to open the door for me, then nudging me into the car.

“Jeez,” I grumbled, but he shut the door almost as quickly as he’d opened it. Then he was on the other side, climbing into the driver’s seat. “What’s going on?”

“I only have you for thirty minutes.”

“Okay…?”

“You need to eat.”

“Yeah…”

He looked at me, then flashed a grin I felt clear into my toes. “But so do I.”

I sucked in a breath and gave him a curt nod, then he laughed and pressed the button for the ignition. He maneuvered the sports car through the streets with ease until we entered a parking garage a few blocks away from my new job and the car began the climb. I squealed as Cabot took turn after turn quickly, laughing at the excitement, the thrill of the ride, and the pure happiness in his expression as he raced to the top.

The parking garage was empty, save for us, and I wondered if he’d picked it randomly or had called ahead, planning to take me here today.

When we reached the top, he skidded to a stop in the center of the exposed open parking lot.

Laughing, I looked over at him. “How many floors up?”

“Thirty.”

“This from the guy who hates heights.”

He took off his glasses and leaned over the console, staring at me with hunger in those deep blue pools. “But my girlfriend seems to like them.”

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