Page 110 of The Heartbreaker
Ridge
I believe you also called me that the other night …
Me
Who gives someone three orgasms in the shower? You’re not even normal, Ridge Cole.
Ridge
I’m addicted to your pussy. I can’t fucking help myself.
Ridge
I know I’m seeing you tonight, but I wanted to tell you this before I forget … Jana is helping Daisy with her homework right now, and she just texted me that she’s blown away by the way Daisy is reading and how far she’s come from the beginning of the school year. She’s extremely impressed with you, Addison.
Me
What makes me the happiest is that Daisy is improving. But I can’t take all the credit. You and Jana are working behind the scenes too.
Still … yay! <3
Me
Are you at work?
Ridge
Yes.
Me
Would it be inappropriate if I swung by?
Ridge
My office, you mean?
Me
Yeah.
Ridge
I’m the boss, Addison. Nothing is inappropriate. Come on over.
Me
I’ll see you in 20.
The corporate office of Cole and Spade Hotels was a building that was straight out of a movie. Even walking up to the massive high-rise made me feel important. The exterior was made ofblue mirrored glass with a security guard stationed at the front, checking my credentials before allowing me in. The lobby was a mix of plants and marble, gold finishes and elaborate decor, with an incredible scent that hit me the second I came in. The background noise was the sound of a rainforest, playing at just the right decibel while I spoke to the receptionists. There were six—all parked behind a desk that was longer than my entire apartment.
One of the ladies brought me to the elevator, and while she stayed outside, she reached in and waved a fob over the button for the top floor—the level that I assumed housed the partners and the other important people of the company. That small gesture lit the button, and once she moved out of the way, the door closed, and the glass walls of the elevator showed a view of the atrium during the climb. When the door opened, I was greeted by another receptionist, who checked my name tag and then escorted me through a set of locked doors and down a long, wide hallway, eventually leaving me outside Ridge’s office.
I knocked on the wood before I opened it.
“Miss Lark,” Ridge said, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head, eyeing me down as I stepped in and shut the door. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
His office was bigger than my classroom with two chairs in front of his desk and massive windows that adorned the back, a wet bar in one corner, and what looked like a restroom in the other. There was even a section that had a couch and chairs and a coffee table. As for the artwork, it was everything that embodied my man—masculine, attractive, and extremely powerful.
