Page 22 of Ruthless Financier
And she said she needed that.
I’d never been a soldier, but I’d follow her directions, give her what she wanted, and earn her trust. So I didn’t say a word, but I lay down on the bed beside her in my boxer briefs.
I stilled and part of me wanted to reach over and caress her.
I knew she’d liked our kisses.
However, I heard her snore and decided to surrender for tonight. I’d respect her, despite how it killed me.
Somehow, I slept.
My body was still tight, and my arm curled around her, when I woke.
I unhooked myself and slid out of bed.
Once I’d showered and dressed, I noticed the sunlight on her face as she slumbered on her pillow. Somehow it made her seem innocent, which was the opposite of what I needed her to be. Soon I’d taste every morsel of her.
If I had done that last night, maybe I would be sleeping like she was. Probably not, though. I seldom slept well and always woke up early.
The sun was still low in the sky, but I headed to the other room ready to start the day. As I finished ordering breakfast for us, I realized I’d left my phone in the bedroom. I opened the door quietly to get it, but as I stood over the bed, she fluttered her beautiful blue eyes open.
She was the kind of girl a guy bought flowers for, and, if I was honest, I’d never done that for anyone. If I knew she’d want that, I’d try it. She tossed the sheets off her as she said, “I hadn’t expected—”
I rolled up the sleeves of my white business shirt and said, “The sun is up, which means we should get going.”
She sailed past me and headed to the bathroom as she asked, “When is this party?”
Interesting. I crossed my arms while I tried to figure out how Indigo and I were going to work.
“Why?” I asked.
She glanced at me and then stood taller. “The papers will likely print our marriage pictures today and I’d like for us to head to Pittsburgh for a night to tell my family, in person.”
Another sign—despite how casually she took the cash—that there was more to Indigo than met the eye. Like she was one of the good ones, and the kind of woman a man kept for life.
She looked like she was getting ready to take a shower, but I followed her to the door and propped myself against the frame so I slightly entered her space.
I said, “You should have said something last night.”
She let out a soft sigh. “I was … nervous about how we’d fit together, in bed. I’m glad you let us go slower.”
I winked at her and said, “Now we both know I want every inch of you.”
“Soon,” she said, with a fresh blush on her cheeks. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
I’d never had a shot of adrenaline enter my veins that fast. As she finished, I said, “And yes, of course, we can go to Pittsburgh. I’ve never been.”
“First time for everything,” she said.
Confident and sassy… I let her take her shower and called Russ to change the plans with my pilot.
Our breakfast buffet arrived and the staff set it up. I tipped them and as the waiters left, she came out of the bedroom. Her hair was still wet, but she was dressed for a meeting, with a light blue shirt tucked neatly into a form-fitting, knee-length skirt.
No sign of black underwear in that get-up.
Suddenly I ached to toss her onto the bed, find out how pure she was, and claim her. But instead I let her grab her coffee and sit down. I joined her and said, “When we’re in Pittsburgh, you can’t tell anyone about Sun and Moon Trust, especially your sister and brother-in-law.”
She put some fruit on the plate in front of me and a beignet and set a plate for herself as she said, “Not a problem. My sister Georgie is in her old house today as she flew in with Michael to help with Mary. And her husband is the star of the team you now own.”
