deal and some of the anger resting on my shoulders begins to lift.
I cut through the kitchen and out another door before taking a wild guess that Colton will be in his dad’s office. That’s where he always is these days. Long gone are the hours he’d spend chilling out in the den with the boys. He’s a different man now, one with the weight of the world resting on his capable shoulders and damn, it kinda suits him.
As I walk down the hall to his office, I find the door open and a smile pulls at the corners of my lips. Charles never had this door open when he was working. It was always closed and I was forced to knock and announce my presence before I barged through here, but not Colton. He’s different. He doesn’t want to cut himself off from the rest of the world like his father did.
I stop in the doorway and lean against the frame as I look in to find him sitting at his desk, leaning back with the phone to his ear. He notices me the second I appear. “I’m on hold,” he explains. “You’d think these fuckers would know who the hell I am. Hold? What the fuck do they think this is? Fuck me. I’ve never been on hold my entire life.”
I suck in an appalled gasp, widening my eyes and showing just how horrified I am on his behalf. “Hold?” I shriek. “Call the cops. Call the FBI. Call the fucking SWAT. A crime has been committed.”
His eyes dance with laughter but his straight face doesn’t break. “Get fucked.”
A grin slips across my face. “Welcome to the real world, Carrington. This is how the rest of us operate.”
He shakes his head. “Not when you’re dealing with the future of your business,” he explains. “This deal is going to be the biggest opportunity they will ever get in their lame existence and they put me on fucking hold. It’s a sign of disrespect.”
“Well, if it’s that big of a deal, then maybe they just needed to shut you up for a moment to do a happy dance.”
“A happy dance?” he questions. “You think the CEO of a multi-million-dollar empire stopped to do a happy dance?”
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s possible,” I tell him. “After all, he’s just a little multi-million-dollar corporation, and you, well you’re the fucking king in this game. He’s talking with the big dogs now.” A grin slowly starts spreading across his face as I push off the doorframe and start slinking into his office. “If it was me, I’d want to stop to do a happy dance.”
I walk right around his desk and scoot my ass up onto it before sliding across until I’m sitting right in front of him. He leans back a little further and I hook my leg to the other side of his so I have him trapped between my thighs.
He presses a few buttons on the phone and the room fills with the soft hold music. The phone is dropped down on his desk and his hands come to stop on my thighs. “So, this happy dance that you’d do,” he starts, his eyes becoming hooded and dark. “What exactly does it entail?”
I lick my lips, wondering when the hell I turned into such a needy whore but when he talks to me like a fucking boss in one of these delicious suits, I just can’t help myself. He’s so enticing and with those dark eyes that always seem to sparkle with excitement, I’m a fucking goner.
His hands slide higher on my thighs and everything begins heating within me. “Well, I’d start with—”
The hold music cuts off and a deep voice rumbles through the office. “Carrington. I need to go over the figures but–”
Colton reaches forward and ends the call, dropping the room into silence. My eyes bug out of my head and I gape down at him. “Did you just hang up on Mr. Multi-Million-Dollar Empire Man?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Damn right, I did,” he says. “If that fucker thinks he can keep me waiting, then I sure as hell can do the same thing. After all, I am the king of the game, aren’t I?”
I roll my eyes, holding back a groan. “You may be a fucking king around here but you’re also a cocky fuck,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Really now?” he questions, slowly standing until he’s hovering over me, pressing in between my legs with