Page 26 of The P Arrangement

It was kind of funny, but… “Still, she was basically calling you a slut.” I cupped her ass and yanked her core to my dick. “No one gets to call you that but me.”

She rubbed herself against me and smirked. “Oh, really?”

“Oh, yeah. She meant it as an insult. I mean it as a term of endearment.”

She laughed again. “A term of endearment, huh?”

I smirked. “Something like that.” More like I did it because it turned her on. And I loved turning her on.

Delaney grinned. “What if I told you thatrumors were flyingaround your firm that your mother had found a new boyfriend and moved to Cabo, and that’s why she no longer lives with you?”

“You’re shitting me. How do you know this?”

“Don’t tell her I told you this, but Vivian mentioned it one day at lunch.”

I chuckled. “My mother would die of embarrassment if she knew that people thought she got a boyfriend and moved to Cabo. She wouldneverreplace my father.” Not because she loved him, but because she didn’t want anyone to judge her despite the fact that she was a widow and not a divorcée. Apparently, I could get remarried, but she couldn’t. She had sexist double standards, even for herself. “What did you tell Vivian?” I asked.

“The truth. That she went on a vacation to Paris with her high-society friends and that was when the two of you decided it was best she move out.”

“I wonder what other rumors there are about me around the office.”

“I’m sure there are a few. You are the head honcho after all.”

“When we go to Vegas, do you think there will be rumors if you stay with me?”

I had thought about it after she fell asleep last night, and since we’d decided to no longer fight our attraction to each other, spending our nights together while in Vegas made perfect sense.

Her mouth parted in surprise. “Are you sure we should do that?”

Running a finger around her nipple, I said, “You know you’re going to be in my hotel bed every night. We might as well stay together. Why have an arrangement if we don’t take advantage of it?”

Closing her eyes, she sighed and pushed her chest toward my hand.

I chuckled. “I think that’s a yes.”

She looked at me and smiled. “It’s a maybe.”

“Maybe? I don’t think so.”

“So, I’m supposed to cancel my hotel room? But are you going on Thursday or Friday? Because I was going on Thursday.”

“Uh…”

“Oh, that’s right. You need to ask your assistant,” she teased.

“One moment.” I reached behind me to the nightstand to grab my phone. Delaney turned to grab hers while I pulled up my calendar. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“It says I’m going on Friday afternoon, but she also has that the conference starts on…Thursday, is it?”

“Thursday evening is just a meet and greet. Friday morning is when everything really starts.”

I frowned for a moment until I realized why my assistant had me going on Friday afternoon. “I understand why she did it. I’m not on the panel until Saturday, and I have Pax until Friday morning.” I looked up from my phone to Delaney. “I also didn’t really want to be there for any longer than I had to until now.”

She ran her heel up my calf. “I’ll ask Natalie if she can take Paxton one more night. If she can’t do it, my parents can. Then, you can go with me on Thursday. I’ll forward my confirmation email so you can try to get there around the same time as me.”

I threw my phone behind me on my pillow and rolled us over. “Are you sure?” I sucked one of her berry tips into my mouth.

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