Page 84 of Relentless Pursuit

“My parents aren’t far from yours.” He gently kissed her. “I’m sure we could make everyone happy and still be together.”

“I blew everything out of proportion, didn’t I?”

“Maybe just a little.” He laughed. “Sweetheart, all you have to do is ask me, and we’ll figure it out. We’re a couple now. There’s no reason to think otherwise. I’m yours.”

“And to think I had to blackmail you to let me stay.”

“About that...” He bit his lip as he shot her that panty-melting smile of his.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m this successful because I’m careless?”

“What do you mean?” He’d let her stay at the club that first night because she threatened to expose his club. Of course, she never would have done that, but after running into him the way she had, there was no way she was walking away from him that easily. She would have said anything to get him to let her stay there.

“I have clients everywhere.”

“At the station?”

“Perhaps.” He unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt. “I would have snuffed out your plan before you ever made it out of the club that first night.”

“Then why did you let me stay?”

“Because I saw a spark inside you and I knew I was the only one who could handle it.”

“Tame.” She arched a brow at him. “You mean tame?”

“Never.” He slipped the shirt from her shoulders. “You can’t be tamed. I don’t want that. I want your submission. I’m always going to crave it, but I want you to challenge me. I need that from you.”

“I’m good at that.”

“Yes, my beautiful girl, you are very good at that.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He took her face between his hands and kissed her, unleashing all the raw desire she had for him. “Do you know what I’d like to do now?”

“Take me on the foyer floor?”

“What do you say to that?”

“Green.” She unhooked the front of her bra. “Definitely green.”

Epilogue

Kayla tried to settle her mind as she stared out the window of the moving SUV. Francis kept his eyes focused on the busy Manhattan streets. It was a hectic Saturday afternoon in the city as they made their way down 42nd street. As they got further away from Broadway, the theater marquees became scarcer. She wondered how much further before they reached their destination. A light January snow covered the sidewalks while people hurried in and out of the shops and cafes.

Julian ended his call. One that went on much longer than she would have liked, but his job was demanding, even on the weekends. She had accepted that. Getting used to his schedule was becoming easier. He was a busy man with a hectic life. He never told her otherwise.

“Sorry.” He took her hand. “I wanted to take care of that so I could forget about it until Monday morning. Now you have my undivided attention.”

“Thank you.” She shifted in her seat, uncrossing and crossing her legs, trying to control her tics that were more prominent this afternoon than they had been in a while. “Are we almost there?”

He squeezed her thigh. “You have to relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“We’re only going to observe. It’s through a one-way glass mirror, so the participants won’t even know we’re there.”

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