Page 16 of The Boss's Possession

Archie’s death had been tragic. He’d been upset by Archie’s passing as well, but he had made sure to keep an eye on Lauren after that. When he met Willow, he’d known she was his, and since then, he had made it his mission to claim her.

Chapter Four

The nightclub was alive with activity.

Willow sat at the bar, sipping some fresh orange juice while she waited for Carson to be done. They had shared a meal and it was kind of nice to think of her grandfather and Carson sharing an interaction, even if it did seem kind of strange at the same time.

Peter, Carson’s driver, sat close to her.

“Have you worked for Carson long?” Willow asked.

“Many years now.”

He’d been told to sit with her, by Carson, and she felt a little guilty.

“If you want to go off and party, I don’t mind. There are a couple of women who would love to dance with you.”

Peter held his hand up. “I’m taken.”

She hadn’t seen the wedding band.

“Oh, er, so sorry.”

Peter chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, and besides, Carson told me to stay here to keep an eye on you, so that’s what I’m doing.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Starving yourself isn’t taking care of yourself.”

Willow frowned. “Does everyone have a food fetish? I ate, just not well, nor a lot, and yeah, it wasn’t that great.”

He chuckled. “We’re all taking turns watching out for you.”

“I bet Carson does this a lot, doesn’t he?”

Peter finally turned to look at her and he had a frown on his face. He didn’t say anything but she felt the need to elaborate on what she meant.

“You know, getting you to take care of women he has an eye on.” Her face was heating up and words were just spilling from her lips and made no sense at all.

“No, Carson has never done this.”

“What?”

The music was loud but she must have misheard him.

Peter leaned in. “Carson has never pursued a woman. He has never cared about a woman’s protection before. You are the first and you are important to him.”

She was shocked. Carson had said the same thing, but she hadn’t believed him. She was the first woman he had cared about.

Peter sat up and she didn’t need to turn around to know that Carson was there. Peter nodded and then Carson stood in front of her.

“That was rude,” Willow said.

He held out a hand to her. “Dance with me.”

“I’ve got my drink.”

Carson nodded his head and the bartender came to take it away.

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