Seduced By A Steele (Forged of Steele #12) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,28
him were nights of lovemaking with more orgasms than they could count.
“Maybe it’s something we need to talk about, Mercury.”
He didn’t agree. Glancing at his watch, he said, “Let’s discuss it later. Right now, we need to take care of opening that bank account and then look for a car and an apartment for you.”
Mercury could tell by the mutinous look on her face that she wanted to discuss things now, but there was no way that he could. Namely because he’d done something today that he’d never done, which was to give a woman his hard-earned money. In no way was he a cheapskate when it came to women. Just the opposite. He had no problems lavishing his money on someone if it meant the outcome going the way he wanted.
Expensive dinners, weekends at exclusive and luxurious resorts, beautiful flowers, high-priced purses. You name it and he’d bought it. But never had Mercury Morris Steele dropped twenty grand into a woman’s bank account knowing in the end he wouldn’t be getting a single thing...except for maybe a few stolen kisses when his patience with her had run its course.
Why kissing her was becoming a habit, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that if her mouth got too close to his, he was driven to taste it. Devour it. Make a damn meal out of it. One he was enjoying way too much. Hell, he was even anticipating it happening again. He honestly liked his way of trying to talk sense into her.
The knock at the door signaled Jaye’s return and a part of him was glad. Being in a secluded space with Sloan was putting ideas in his head and that wasn’t good. “Come in.”
Jaye had the damn nerve to walk into the office smiling. Mercury wished he could knock that silly-looking grin off his best friend’s face and could only imagine what Jaye was thinking. “Well, have the two of you reached an agreement?”
Mercury decided to speak up before Sloan did. “Yes, we have. We are opening the account.”
Less than an hour later, they’d left the bank and were headed to a car dealership owned by one of his brother Eli’s friends, Ronald Taylor. Mercury had called Ronald, who’d promised that one of his car salesmen would be ready to work him up a beauty of a deal.
He glanced over at Sloan. She hadn’t said much since leaving the bank. He knew she was still bothered that she would be using his money, but like he’d explained to her, she had to start somewhere and this was it. He’d also had to assure her that his money hadn’t come with any strings. He’d almost had to kick Jaye to remove the shocked look on his face when Mercury had made that announcement.
“Do you know what kind of car you want?” he asked now, to break into the quiet of the car’s interior.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, in a voice that sounded defeated. For the life of him he couldn’t understand why she would feel that way. With the money he’d given her she could start the independent life she wanted.
“What kind of car did you have before?” he asked her out of curiosity. She glanced over at him and it seemed a whimsical smile touched her lips. He was so taken by it that the driver behind him had to honk his horn to let him know the traffic light had changed.
“The same kind you’re driving now.”
He lifted a brow. “A Tesla sports car?”
“Yes. Same year and model, but mine was blue. My favorite color.”
He shouldn’t be surprised. After all, her parents were loaded and had doted on her to keep her under their thumb. And he shouldn’t be surprised that blue was her favorite color. It was his as well, and as far as he was concerned, nothing was prettier than blue. He’d even read once that the color blue had a positive effect on a person’s mind and body. He could believe that. That was why he preferred making love to a woman on blue linen.
“No wonder you thought my Camaro wasn’t worth much.”