Talyn smiled as he saw her gaze dancing around in appreciation. The sheer joy on her face was worth every precious credit the place had cost him. The last thing he’d wanted was for her to regret choosing him as her patron when she could have chosen anyone – even an aristo.
He set the box down on the dining room table and placed her rucksack beside it. “This is your home, Felicia. You can have friends over whenever you like. I only ask that you keep our time for us. I’m not real big on company. Ever. No one should bother you, looking for me. If the media does track me down here, tell them to contact my manager, and if they don’t go away, report them to Aaron and he’ll take care of them.”
She frowned at him. “The media?”
He felt heat creep over his face. “Yeah. They want interviews sometimes. Ferrick handles all of that.”
Before she could ask him for more details, he picked up the intercom and contacted the manager to come up and add her to the system.
His bracelet buzzed.
She frowned at the pulsing noise. “What’s that?”
He held his arm up to show her the black band on his left wrist. “My military tracker. It’s letting me know that my lunch time is almost up, and I have to leave in order to get back to my post for check-in. Otherwise, I’m AWOL, and that’s highly unpleasant.”
“Oh.” The sudden sadness in her eyes touched him a lot more than it should have.
He picked up the link from the counter and handed it to her. “My personal number is already programmed in, under three. If you need anything, day or night, call me or Aaron. He’s number four. Or you can use the house system. The driver service is five. If I can’t answer, leave a message and I’ll call or text as soon as I’m able.” He headed for the elevator.
“Talyn?”
He paused.
She closed the distance between them. Looking up at him, she gave him the sweetest smile. “Thank you for everything.” She stood up on her tiptoes to place her cheek against his.
Talyn swallowed as a wave of desire tore through him and set his blood on fire. It wasn’t helped by the sudden image in his mind of her in the small underpants she’d worn for her agency photos. Felicia had the sweetest ass he’d ever seen on any female, and he lived solely for the day he could peel her clothes off and sink himself deep inside her.
The scent of her floral perfume filled his head and set his senses spinning. Worse, her soft riot of curls brushed against his skin, making him so hard that he was sure it would be obvious to anyone who glanced in his general direction. He hungered so much for her that it took everything he had to pull away.
But if he didn’t go right now, he wouldn’t be able to return to her for weeks. “I’ll see you in five days?”
She gave him an adorable pout. “Is that your next liberty?”
He nodded.
“That seems like a long workweek.”
She wasn’t kidding about that. Prior to Anatole’s appearance, his life and schedule had been much easier to manage. Now it sucked to extremes.
“Beauty of the military. They own my sorry ass.” He winked at her.
“Five days, then.” She pressed a light kiss against his lips that did nothing to settle the heat in his blood.
Hard and aching, he forced himself to leave her, even though all he wanted was to stay with her for a while longer. She would definitely be worth the write-up and punishment.
His breathing ragged, he took one last look at her before he stepped into the elevator to return to work.
Felicia didn’t move until Talyn was gone from her sight. An inexplicable pain hit her as she felt his absence like a physical blow. How weird. She barely knew him. Had only met him twice, and not even for a total of half an hour.
But no one had ever been so kind to her. So thoughtful or concerned. He didn’t treat her like a paid whore.
He treated her like a treasured wife. Like she mattered to him. Something that was completely at odds with what her friends had told her to expect. And it was definitely not what she’d learned from her research.
Then again, they didn’t know him. At all. The reporters were speculating, and none of her friends had ever met Talyn. They were commenting