I was on my deathbed, then in not so many words telling me to back the fuck off. When I opened my office door and she was there, sitting behind her desk, something just punched me in the gut.
It wasn’t regret, but it was a sense of impending regret. I knew immediately, if I didn’t do something, if I didn’t make a move, that I would regret it for the rest of my life. I took a moment, went back inside of my office and closed my eyes.
Taking in a calming breath, I inhaled and exhaled deeply before I yanked open my office door. I turned to Julie, gave her the afternoon off and went in search of Tennessee.
I found her, her back to me, her skirt hugging her hips expertly. Her high heels, another brightly colored shoe that did not go with what I knew of her personality. She was perfect for me, she was like a dream.
Bringing her up to the penthouse was bold, it was too soon and I knew it before I even suggested it. However, I had to make a move, show my cards, and the need for more was too fucking strong.
Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and put on my workout clothes. I can’t lie around here awake all night. I need to get some pent-up energy out. My balls are blue as fuck. After I ate her, Tennessee tried to reciprocate, but I didn’t let her. I couldn’t. That was for her and only her. I’ll get mine soon enough.
Once I’m dressed to work out, I grab a bag and throw some street clothes inside. Thankfully, it’s Saturday and I don’t have to put on a suit. I don’t know what I’m going to do the rest of the day. I need to get some furniture for the new house, but I’ll probably just hire an interior decorator to do everything for me.
I’m distracted as I leave the office and head toward my car in the parking garage. There’s a flash of headlights in the distance, but I don’t pay them any mind. Nobody should be down here, but I know sometimes people come in early on the weekends to either catch up or get ahead, so I ignore it.
Making my way to the gym, I spend the morning running before I lift weights. I exhaust myself, hoping that the need to be inside of Tennessee, immediately, will dissipate.
It doesn’t.
I spend the entire run, the entire time I lift weights, thinking about how she smells, how soft her skin is, the way her lips and mouth feel against my own, and then I spend an almost unhealthy amount of time thinking about her taste as she came on my tongue.
Showering, I dress in the jeans and polo that I brought with me before heading back to my car. Tossing my duffel bag in the trunk, I let out a sigh as my stomach grumbles. Closing the trunk, I glance down at my watch, then grunt at the time.
It’s already eight in the morning and I’ve burned more calories than I usually would at this point without food. I need to fucking eat. A thought crosses my mind. Clearing my throat, my lips curve up into a grin as I jog toward the driver’s side of the car.
Slipping inside, I start the engine and ease out into traffic. There’s only one place I want to get breakfast from and that’s Café Brazil. I also think that there’s a woman and a little boy who might want it as well.
It doesn’t take me long to get to the café. The line is long, but I’ve already called ahead and put in my order for pickup. Jogging past the people waiting to get their tables, I make my way straight up to the hostess counter.
“Name please?” she asks.
Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “I called in an order for pickup, Landry,” I explain.
She looks down at her iPad, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before she lifts her gaze up to meet my own. She releases her lip before she clears her throat. “It won’t be ready for another ten minutes,” she says.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I tell her that I’m going to wait right outside. Finding my attorney’s name, I press call.
“Landry,” Bash answers the phone.
“Can I expedite this thing with Susan?” I almost demand.