He raised his eyebrow. “What the hell is this?”
“This is what I had the engineer build for me last week, after you interrupted a very important meeting with your distracting sex and cost me two hours’ worth of design time.”
“You think I’m a distraction?”
“You are a distraction. And you have your own company to run—one worth billions last time I checked, so I would appreciate it if—”
“You had this built to keep me from coming behind the counter?” He pressed his hand against the glass. “To keep me out of your office?”
“Clearly. And it seems to be working.”
“It’s very cute.” He nodded. “You always amaze me with your sense of creativity.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a key. Then he slid that key into the panel’s hole and pushed the door open.
What the...
“You are aware that I run a background check on any man that comes near you, right?”
I blinked.
“The second you told me you were having more construction done,” he said as he pushed the door shut and walked over to me. “I made sure the company and the engineer knew exactly who they were dealing with. And I demanded to have extra keys to any locks you might attempt to install.”
“Why do you always do this?”
“How long is your secretary’s break?” He pushed me against the wall.
“Jonathan...” I tried to ignore the look in his eyes. “I really need to get some work done. You can’t show up every day...”
“I don’t show up every day.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I only show up when you don’t answer my calls. And I’m beginning to think you do that on purpose because you know exactly what’ll happen if you don’t.”
“I was busy.”
“How long is her break?”
“An hour...” I moaned as he kissed my neck, as he squeezed my ass and lifted my leg around his waist. “I’ll make this up to you tonight.”
“You said that yesterday.”
“I...” I gasped as he ran his fingers against the back of my bra. “I promise.”
“You’re going to lose this argument, Claire. Give up,” he whispered. Then he laughed. “I didn’t come here to have sex today.”
I gave him a blank stare.
“I didn’t.” He kissed me again and stepped back. “I just wanted to remind you about this weekend, wanted to make sure you didn’t forget.”
I didn’t forget. He’d made that impossible.
Even though I’d moved into his house and we’d traveled to amazing places with the girls, he and I still hadn’t had an entire weekend alone. For him, there was always some major business deal that couldn’t wait until Monday. And for me, it was always some project that I couldn’t step away from.
“I didn’t forget.” I smiled. “Is it a surprise location?”
“Isn’t it always?”
I blushed. He still had a way of making me feel like it was the first time we’d met, like he was going to do anything to show me how much he cared.
“I’m working late, so Greg will pick you up from our house at nine.” He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “And then we’ll be on our way... Don’t bring any work with you or I’ll make you regret it...”
“Looking forward to it, darling.”
“Darling?” He rolled his eyes and kissed me one last time before walking over to the door. Then he turned around. “If you wear a f**king pantsuit like you did on our last date, I’ll rip it off of you before you make it into the car.”
Jonathan
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Statham.” The editor of Forbes stood up to shake my hand.
“Not a problem, Miss Evans.”
“It’s such an honor to finally meet you in person.” She bit her lip and I tried not to roll my eyes at her unwanted attention.
She’d been flirting with me the entire meeting—batting her eyes, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She’d even “accidentally” let a mint fall down her revealing silk shirt, terribly pretending to be “so embarrassed” because she’d “never been this clumsy before.”
She looked like she was about my age, and her hair was radiant blond with autumn colored highlights. Her eyes were a spectacular shade of blue, and in all honesty, she was quite beautiful. But she didn’t have shit on Claire. At all.
“It was nice meeting you too, Miss Evans. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip again. “Would it be too much to ask for a tour?”
“Not at all.” I picked up my phone and called Hayley. “Hayley? Would you mind giving Miss Evans a tour of corporate this afternoon? Okay...Great. Thank you.” I hung up and walked her over to the door. “Hayley will meet you in front of the elevators. Have a great afternoon, Miss Evans.”