Page 2 of Warming Up Coco (Santa Daddy)

My hands shook.

I hated him.

I hated how much he couldn’t stand me and how attracted I was to him despite his sour attitude. I had no idea why I felt that pull toward him. Maybe it was because of the things I liked and the toxic men I attracted?

Whatever it was, I knew it would never work out. The fact he seemed to loathe my very existence only helped.

“Five, four, three, two, one,” I counted down before opening my eyes. “You can get lunch yourself,” I muttered under my breath.

I opened my purse and reached for a little tube I kept in there. I brought it out and spritzed around my office and the small hall that separated us while I made my way to the elevator. It was petty of me, but I couldn’t help myself.

Lucas Star could shove it!

Lucas Star

I watched her spray that damn perfume into the air through the security cameras I had in the hall and in her office. My hands fisted at my sides, and a throbbing started to ache in my head.

Not the one between my shoulders but the one between my legs.

The woman was impossible.

I watched her stand in front of the elevator. She was going to leave when I had ordered her to sit back down. The little brat was pushing my buttons, poking a sleeping bear. She had no idea, no clue, how fucking crazy she made me. How fucking obsessed I was with her.

She shivered again, and my brows bunched tightly.

Coco was always cold.

And I knew all I wanted to do was warm her up.

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Lucas

She was in there.

In an apartment that was in a shitty neighborhood she paid way too much for. My hands fisted tightly in my lap. My patience was running out. My control was slipping through my fingers, and for the first time in my forty-one years on earth, I wasn’t sure what to do.

The right thing, the thing my saint of a brother Shep would do, would be to let her go. Transfer her to someone else’s department so I wouldn’t have to see her anymore.Like that will stop you,a voice spoke up in the back of my head. I clenched my jaw.

The right thing would be to set her up at a different law firm.

I had plenty of friends who would take care of her and let me pay her salary. Coco Sanchez deserved to work for someone who wasn’t so damn obsessed with everything about her he couldn’t see straight. Who didn’t know how to act right around her because of the feelings he felt for her.

But I’d be damned if I put my sweet Coco in the hands of some other asshole who could swoop in and claim her.

I watched the light in her apartment turn back on after she’d turned it off an hour ago. Yes. I’d sat in my car for over an hour. A prickle of concern nibbled at the back of my mind. When she turned the light in her bedroom off, she was usually done for the night.

I knew that for a fact.

I had my driver take me to the same spot night after night since she started to work for me. There was never a night I didn’t know when she went to bed. Whether I was parked across the street, cloaked by the darkness of night, or through the little camera in her bedroom, the sole one I allowed myself to hide in her place so I could keep a better eye on her.

My fingers itched to reach for my phone and pull up the camera, a camera that would let me know what my sweet Coco was up to.

“Sir?” My driver called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, Emile?” I met his dark gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Would you like to stay longer or head home?” he asked without judgment in his voice. I opened the app on my phone, zooming in on her form sitting cross legged on her bed. Coco sat in the middle of it, her eyes staring out the window.

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