with something I’m sure the client will love.
And for the tune of four million dollars, they should love it.
I’m tapping away on my laptop in my office when a soft rapt on the door distracts me.
Dragging my gaze to the doorway, I frown to see Baylee standing there. Not because I don’t want to see her but because when she’s around, all I can do is stare at her. Angry or not. She’s a vision. A piece of art. Something too pretty and too pure for this world.
Today, she’s wearing a pair of yoga pants that hug her toned legs and a bright yellow fitted sweater. My gaze travels over her perky breasts all the way down to her bare feet, the right one still bandaged.
I snap my gaze back up to hers. “How’s the foot? Did you clean it today?”
Same questions every day.
“Yep,” she says with a frown.
“Did your dad reply?”
More of the same daily questions.
Her eyes well with tears and she plops down in the chair in my office. “Yeah. He’s being really weird, War.”
I clench my jaw together to keep from blabbing the fact I’ve been in contact with the local police department of where she lived. Stark has reached out a few times after our initial contact, baiting me to come see her. Each message has been left unanswered.
With my palm, I scrub my cheek and sigh. “What’d he say?”
She swipes a tear away and my eyes zone in on the wet part of the back of her hand. It glistens in the light and I become fixated on it, ignoring everything she’s saying.
“…and basically that’s it.”
I blink one, two, three times before lifting my stare to her face. “So he still simply demands you come home or to tell you where you’re at? Never divulges anything as to why he hasn’t reported your missing whereabouts?”
I’m hoping it was the same reply as it has been for the past few days since I wasn’t paying attention to anything other than the soft, wet flesh of her hand.
“Nope. He’s leaving me in the dark. His harsh tones though remind me of Gabe. Have you found out anything?” she questions and then looks past me to the screen that’s filled with complicated code. “Never mind. I can see you’ve been busy with something else.”
She stands quickly and storms from the room.
With a groan I follow after her. Her blonde hair is the only trail she leaves in her haste to make it to the small room I long ago converted to a gym. I stand, filling the doorway, as she picks up two weights and begins rotating, curling them toward her breasts. Once again, I’m drawn to staring at her body. The way the black pants hug her nice ass. So much for being pissed at her.
“When you’re done pouting, I have something for you.”
She stiffens and throws me a confused look. Her eyebrows are pinched together and though she’s mad at me, I can tell she’s curious about what I have for her.
Leaving her, I head for my bedroom and retrieve the box from the delivery that came in earlier this morning. I’d gone a little crazy, and for a moment, I hope she won’t think I’m a fucking lunatic.
“I’m done pouting.” Her amused voice from the doorway warms me and seeing her bright smile has me forgetting all about why I’ve been upset with her. I’ve missed her smile.
“Good,” I say with a grin, “now close your eyes and don’t open them until I say you can.”
She arches a questioning brow but I don’t budge until both eyes are closed. I saunter over to her and get a closer look at her. Her soft pink lips are slightly parted and I crave to run my finger over her bottom one.
“What do you think it is?” My hot breath, inches from her face startles her and her eyes flutter. “Don’t open them.”
Her nose scrunches and her brows furrow together as she thinks. “I don’t know, makeup? Perfume?”
Maybe I should have bought her something girly instead. I didn’t ever consider she’d want something like that. Does she really feel like some abused prisoner? My heart is pounding as I quickly rethink my gift to her.
“No.” My tone is gruff, aggravated even.
She frowns, most likely from my mood change, and not the fact I didn’t buy her those things but now it’s all I can think about. I’m going shopping just as soon as I can for both.
Dragging myself