Page 4 of Greed

A heavy exhale escapes him. “Take care of each other. Call me if Hailey decides tonight is the night. Try to get some sleep.”

The call ends, and with a chuckle, he rakes his hand through his hair. “We’re all anxious to meet Hailey. That’s the baby’s name.”

That’s one tidbit I didn’t know, but I welcome it. “That’s a sweet name.”

“It is.” He shifts slightly to glance out the front windshield. “We’re almost there, Abby.”

“Almost,” I whisper.

I run my fingertips over the thin black velvet choker on my neck. It’s tight. I swear it’s tighter now than when I fastened it in place before I left my apartment hours ago.

As the driver steers the car closer to the curb next to one of the most architecturally stunning buildings on Central Park West, Declan rests a hand on the seat between us. “Tell me something about you.”

“Something?” I drag that one word out. “Like what?”

“Like whether you’ve ever gone home with a man you just met.”

I haven’t, but there’s a first time for everything.

“No,” I answer honestly.

His gaze drops to my chest and the top of my breasts. “Have you considered it?”

Never, but then again, I’ve never been propositioned by a man like this before.

But, if I follow him up to what must be a luxury apartment, and we have sex, what happens when he inevitably spots me across the lobby of the building he works in?

Will I become the topic of the break room gossip? Will I be another notch in his expensive leather belt?Would that be a bad thing?

“I haven’t,” I answer truthfully.

The driver parks and is out of the car before I can say another word.

Declan inches his fingers closer to my thigh, and even though satin separates his skin from mine, something electric pulses through me when he brushes a fingertip against my leg.

The door swings open, casting Declan’s gaze in that direction. “A moment, Rygar.”

The driver steps back. I doubt it’s out of earshot, but given who he works for, I’d bet everything I own that he’s witnessed things in the backseat of this car that would make me blush.

“A part of you wants to come with me.” Declan’s voice is low and peppered with a rawness that I know I’ll never forget. “The other part views me as just another big bad wolf.”

I can’t hold in a smile. “Are you?”

“I’m not like other men.” His gaze sears through me. “You’re not like other women either.”

“You’re right. I’m not,” I say quickly, eagerly.

He tilts his chin up. “I can tell.”

A light laugh flows out of me. “You can?”

“Any woman who dresses like that to put a smile on the face of a four-year-old is exceptional.” His finger touches my outer thigh again before it falls back to the seat of the car. “Add to that the fact that you ventured out onto the streets of Manhattan after midnight dressed like this. You’re a brave woman, Abigail.”

That may be true, but something tells me it would take more courage to follow him to his apartment than it took to stand on the sidewalk in this outfit after dark.

“Declan!”

The sound of a woman’s voice turns his head toward the open car door.

---