Page 55 of Bigfoot Boss
That twists my stomach. I want people to know, I want to shout it from the rooftops, but I can be patient, wait until she’s ready for everything I have to offer. Grabbing my jacket from its hanger I slip from my office through the smallest crack in the door possible, closing it quickly behind me.
“What the hell is going on?” Ness demands.
“Nothing.” I insist and begin walking to our meeting. He says nothing for a moment, watching as I roll down my shirt sleeves and slip into my jacket.
“I see.” A slow smirk crosses his lips
“You didn’t see anything,” I growl.
He shrugs his wide shoulders, “As long as you aren’t too distracted to do your job.”
I’m starting to wonder if the job is actually the distraction, keeping me from what I really want.
31
OVERNIGHT BAG
Bailey
I have to set down a bag of cat supplies to lift a fist and knock on Sacha’s door. When he opens it I’m greeted by the beautiful sight of him in a tight t-shirt and gray sweatpants; it shows off his thick legs, and hugs the package he carries between them.
When did males find out that gray sweatpants are pussy Kryptonite?
“Hi, beautiful.” He leans against his door frame, his gaze takes me in before his face drops to a small frown. “I didn’t realize you were bringing so much stuff. I would have met you in the lobby to help with that.” He reaches for one of my bags but I sidestep him.
“No worries,” I say, but my stomach feels slightly queasy as I enter his personal space for the first time. Now I’ll find out just how much my own home doesn’t compare to his.The front door opens into a living room filled with dark natural surfaces, raw edged wood shelves, a large dark stone fireplace, plush rugs, an emerald green sofa, a wide wall of windows with high dark curtains, and behind his heavy looking dining room table is a full wall of plants.
“Wow. Your apartment is beautiful.”
It’s not what I’d normally expect from a billionaire, but the space really feels like Sacha. In one corner is a large cat tower which matches the decor so specifically that he must have had it custom built. I set Rhapsody’s carrier down near it, and unzip the fabric opening on the top.
“Is that her?” Sacha asks, his voice is tight, I wouldn’t have noticed it a few weeks ago, but now I know him well enough to hear the nerves in his tone.
“She’s probably a little uneasy about being in a new space, she might hang out in there for a little while. We like to let the cats decide when they are ready to explore.” I explain. “Rhapsody will come out when she feels safe.”
“It’s alright,” he says, “I can wait until she’s comfortable.”
A little pink nose pokes over the top of the carrier and Sacha holds his finger out for her to sniff. The cat brushes her cheek up against his hand.
Sacha beams over at me, his big brown eyes full of joy. My heart squeezes in my chest.
“I think she remembers you.” I smile. “She’s all caught up on her shots, and has been spayed. You’ve already filled out all the paperwork. So you two are good to go.”
“Thank you for bringing her over,” Sacha says quietly. “Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Soda? I have vodka and pineapple juice.”
He remembered my drink order, my heart squeezes again. “A little early for alcohol isn’t it?”
“You’re not leaving already?” His face is almost crestfallen.
“Well, first I’d like to see the rest of your condo, to make sure everything is cat appropriate.” I pull the checklist that the cat adoption agency provided from my bag.
“Would you like a tour of the apartment?” He asks.
“The adoption agency would like me to take a tour.” I click my pen officially. He grins.
“Living room & dining area.” He gestures to the space around him, but my attention focuses on the way his t-shirt strains around his bicep. “Kitchen. Guest bathroom.” He continues, leading the way down a hallway and gesturing to each space as we pass it. The condo is huge, every room is decorated in a similar fashion to the living room; it’s homey, cool, and cozy. A cat would be happy to curl up in any of these rooms. Hell, I’d love to curl up in any of these rooms myself. “There will be a litter box in the guest bathroom, and one in the home office.” He points to another door further down the hallway.
“Appropriate, it’s where she will do her business.” I check a box on my sheet and Sacha flashes me a grin.
