Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,34
I put some of these museum-like rooms to good use. Aside from fantastic sex, the woman had a spark of energy that I didn’t think anything could put out. This is what I needed in life, I suppose—a fun, wild, adventurous, and fearless woman.
Don’t go down this road, Jim, I thought, but perhaps I could try to keep this going if she was interested. A relationship? I felt my stomach churn at the idea of letting her down. I pulled her in closer and kissed her forehead. I honestly didn’t know if I could handle the commitment. I didn’t know if I wouldn’t hurt her, and needless to say, her daughter. Don’t think for a second I’d forgotten she had a child while I lay here, contemplating if this could actually work between us.
I would never shy away from a single mom; in fact, I wanted to meet her daughter. That little girl was filled with so much life, and it made me smile when I saw her in the swimming video. She and her mother deserved so much more than a manipulative druggie in their lives.
I was going too fast and too far with all of this. It was how my mind worked, though. I had to consider everything before I took a risk on anything. With my company, it’s who I was. I weighed everything before I allowed an acquisition to play out. It wasn’t Mitchell and Associates first, though. A lot of CEOs wouldn’t see it that way, but I did. I didn’t run this business based solely on what was in it for us, but what was in it for the other company. Would Mitchell and Associates carry them into success or let them down? If the chances were that the business would fail, even with my company at the helm, I wouldn’t allow the contract to take place.
So, shit. Here I was, weighing my new-found feelings like a business transaction. What was I going to do next, call up my risk assessment team, and ask them if the relationship would work? I had to get up and get my day started.
I slid my arm out from underneath Avery and watched her pull the covers up to her face and smile behind closed lids. She was gorgeous, even while she slept. I wanted to stay in bed with her all day. It was still raining outside, and I had plenty of other rooms to explore sexually and honor her request of fucking in every last room of this place before we left. Who knows; maybe that could be done. That was the easiest request out of all of them to honor.
After a vigorous run in the rain, a hot shower, and plenty of time to reset my mind while baking a quiche for breakfast, I was determined to enjoy my time here and ignore the bullshit that awaited me when I got back to the office next week.
“Hey, handsome,” I heard the voice I’d been waiting for since waking at six this morning. “You let me sleep in.”
I had just finished eating my breakfast and was working on a fruit dish I’d put together while heading toward my office. “I figured you’d need the energy for taking on the rest of the rooms in the house,” I said with a wink.
She took the plate of food on the counter that I’d made for her. “I was going to wake you with that in bed.” I shrugged. “So much for that one; I completely forgot, having too much shit on my mind this morning.”
“So much for the breakfast in bed kind of guy I built you up to be,” she said, smiling, her eyes still sleepy, yet more beautiful every time I stared into them.
“No shit. It looks like the honeymoon’s over, gorgeous.”
She covered her mouth as she took another bite and swallowed. “Last night told me the honeymoon better not be over. This quiche tells me we need to renew our vows too.”
“But we were only just married, darling,” I teased.
“Yeah, I think we should remarry, and this time, no annulment.”
“You’re still after ninety percent of my business, eh?”
“I might relax and just take the whole company like I took its owner last night,” she teased with an arch of her brow.
“It’s a double-edged sword, sweetheart,” I said. “The money isn’t worth selling your soul, and you might have had your way with me last night, but this company would definitely have its way with you.”