Page 28 of Ruthless Financier
“Another secret for you to keep.” He leaned closer to me and our foreheads met.
Goosebumps grew all over me as I closed my eyes and my lips went up for a kiss, but I said, “They asked me about a ring.”
No kiss then. He pulled back and opened his door. “What did you say?”
I got out and walked beside him as I crossed my arms in front of me. He grabbed our bags and carried them all. I never lied to my family, and I was on pins and needles as I said, “That it was being ordered. I didn’t know what else to say. I’ll order one right away once I get upstairs and get to my computer.”
He paused and our eyes met. “Show me a picture of your dream ring set and I’ll get it.”
Right, this was a business deal. I’d agreed to a contract. So romantic fantasies weren’t going to start washing through me now. I wasn’t the girl who believed in anything more than lust, which was all this was.
The doorman opened for us and we stepped into the lobby as I said, “I’ll research and let you know.”
We went up in the elevator to my floor with a view. I tapped my hands in front of me on the ride and avoided looking at him.
I’d have to figure out how to please us both and let out the tension that now racked through my body. The doors opened and we stepped off.
“Now, which way? I’m curious to see your place,” he said.
I pointed to the end of the hall as I had the corner unit.
“Are you okay carrying all the bags?” I felt bad that I hadn’t asked before.
He held them tighter, like I might fight him for them, and said, “This is nothing.”
No one was in the hall and we walked in silence. When we reached my door, I took out my key and said, “Then come on in.”
A moment later, we were standing inside. My place amazed most of my friends, with its modern sophistication and luxuries—things most of the people I loved didn’t have. However, I held my breath as Jacob took it all in. This was nothing compared to the places he must normally stay in.
I closed the door behind us and hoped he didn’t hate the place entirely. My heart was even beating faster, which was funny. Usually, I didn’t care what anyone thought at all, but Jacob wasn’t anyone.
He was my husband, and a surprisingly good one to have.
Maybe I was lucky for once. Who knew?
Chapter 8
Jacob
A family. Earlier I’d told Indigo how I’d wanted to have my own one day. The idea always played in my mind, but now that I was married to her, I had a face for my wife. And it was her face stamped on the little children in my mind’s eye, too.
Today, her family had included me as one of their own. My mom and I had never had anyone who’d go to bat for us. So, hell yes, I’d send Frank and his team to help Joseph.
They were already researching the case and approaching him as the legal team for his work.
All that took was a few texts.
I put my phone on the bathroom vanity and washed my face.
A few minutes ago, Indigo had directed me to the bathroom that led off her bedroom. I’d glanced around the room to see if I see anything of hers that seemed out of the place, but she’d told the truth. Her place could double as a hotel. The closest thing to a personal touch was her bed, which had a simple blue comforter and white sheets.
I’d bet money she hadn’t picked it out herself, but just had someone stock her place with the basics.
There wasn’t much on the walls that pointed to anything personal, either. Even the bathroom lacked any individuality. With its generic white towels, it felt like temporary housing. As I left, I wandered into her closet to get a peek at her style when not working.
Every piece of clothing hanging in the closet were black or navy business suits, with a few light shirts.
I probably shouldn’t be snooping, but Indigo didn’t talk much, and she set me off course. I wanted to figure her out, find out what made her tick. I opened a drawer and discovered she owned one pair of jeans that seemed well worn and a stack of black t-shirts.
