Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,127
one, but I’m chilling in the sun.” I looked at Jim. “It’s been a long week for Mommy.”
“It’s been a fun week. We have a new car, Mom.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her and Jim. “We certainly do, and I want to think about that the entire time my eyes are closed, and I’m soaking up the sun.”
“Can I speak with you for just a moment?” Jim asked.
I could see that Jim needed to have a quick conversation without Addison being present, but I could also tell he struggled with letting her hand go.
“Hey, baby,” I said. “Why don’t you sit in Mommy’s chair, and if my phone rings, have Amir get it for me, okay?”
“We can answer calls together, little mama,” Amir said.
“She doesn’t touch the phone, Amir.” I eyed him.
“We’ve got this,” he said, smiling at Addy as she climbed into my chair.
I turned back to Jim, expecting to follow Mr. Three-Piece-Suit out of the cubicle area. Wrong. Jim took my hand, intertwined our fingers, and the sea of people who were moving around on the floor parted for us. We walked toward the executive elevators without a word, and I was confused as to why I was leaving my kid at my desk.
Once in the elevator, Jim pressed the doors to close then stopped the thing. I looked at him with a confused smile. “You taking me to your office, Mr. Mitchell?”
“This is the only elevator without cameras in it,” he said. “It’s been extremely tempting not to request you meet me in it so I could fuck you senseless. Goddamn, I’ve missed the hell out of you.”
He brought me in for a tight hug, and his cologne swept me out of my right mind right then and there. “I’d take that,” I teased his skin with my teeth.
“Jesus.” He sighed, and then rose and looked into my eyes. “I had to just have a moment alone with you. I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy this week.”
“Week is over, handsome,” I said, straightening the perfect knot of his red tie. “Seriously, don’t let Addison scam you into buying the entire store or wherever you two are going. Wait,” I said, his lips ready to devour mine, and I fucking stopped it with a mom-girlfriend moment. “How in the hell did you make time for taking her shopping today? This morning?”
He rose back up, his hands holding my sides while leaning back against the elevator wall, “It’s partly the reason I’ve been gone all week. That London deal is kicking my ass, but we finally closed it at four this morning. On top of that, I pushed my Friday meetings out and canceled the ones I knew would go over. That’s another thing,” he said. “I’m going to have to give you the address to the place in Malibu. I’m calling ahead to have the security let you into the place. I planned on being out of here at five with you so we could drive down together; however, I have to meet with an investor at five. I’ll be done no later than seven, and the freeways will be cleared up then, so I’ll be at the house at eight, possibly earlier.”
“You trust us in what I’m imagining is one hell of a house in Malibu?”
He grinned. “I’ve had pool toys delivered, and the hired help is stocking food, and they’ve have taken care of setting up the pool for Addy. I think you’re going to understand what I want to see for my own eyes.”
“And that is?”
“Seeing her smiling and swimming in the pool. I haven’t forgotten how adorable she was in that video you showed me in England,” he said. “Those pools are used for my exercise only, and would love to see her face when she splashes the hell out of the pool area.”
“The things I take for granted,” I said with a laugh. “You know it drives me insane when she acts like a maniac in the pool and disrupts everyone trying to enjoy our pool at the apartment, right?”
“That’s exactly what I look forward to.” He pulled me in. “Now, if I don’t kiss you, I’m going to fuck you here and now or something.”
“Something tells me you’d do both.”
He smiled. “It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“How so?”
“Your boss didn’t seem to realize I was making plans to take you and Addy away, so you’d have to stay back and work while I left, utterly satisfied, and got to go shopping.”