“I’m not letting you go, Morgan. I fucking love you.”
What the fuck did that mean. He wasn’t letting me go? I didn’t reach my second high before Drew reached his. My mind relocated from what was being shoved inside of me to what Drew had just said. Should I be scared? Did he mean that I would be held against my will once again?
“What, Morgan?” he asked, seeing the confused look on my face.
“What do you mean what? I have to walk around in a dress with no panties now,” I chastised. I didn’t want to go there just yet, not with him still inside of my body.
He smiled and kissed me. “I have missed you like crazy,” he said, biting my bottom lip.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he countered.
“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. You left pissed off, remember?”
“I always want to talk to you. Believe me, I had a hell of a time not calling you. I kept myself busy, trying to get this new assistant on board. I traveled every chance I got, and even filled the gym back up with equipment.
Every time I couldn’t get you out of my head and wanted to call, I would work out.”
He slid out of me and took my hand, pulling me up.
“You need to go underneath the plane and get me a pair of panties,” I said, removing what was left of mine. I didn’t want to have a serious conversation with him just yet. I had other things on my mind, like what was growing inside of my uterus.
He smirked. “I love the idea of you walking around in this dress with no panties,” he assured me, pulling my strap down and kissing my bare shoulder.
“You drive me crazy sometimes,” I countered.
“You drive me crazy all the time,” he assured me with a full blown tongue kiss.
***
“Drew, where are we going?” I asked when the
driver took us in the wrong direction.
“We’re having lunch with one of Randal’s investors,” he decided to tell me.
“Can’t we go home first?” I asked, a little pissed off that he waited until we were on our way there to tell me.
“No. We don’t have time. Why do you need to go home first?”
“You idiot. Where is my bag?”
“On its way to the house”
“I am not going to a restaurant with no panties in this thin dress,” I demanded.
“Yes you are,” he smirked. “You used to always wear dresses shorter than this with no panties.”
“Because you made me!”
“And I walked around half the night with a hard on thinking about it,” he smiled.
I crossed my arms and looked out the window, pouting. He was impossible. He would always be a manipulator, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I hoped the baby did turn out to be Dawson’s he would be a much better father. I didn’t want my kid to have any of Drew’s hang-ups.
Drew held my hand as we were led to the waiting table. He introduced me as his wife to the man he called Mr. Rawlings, and then to the gorgeous blonde who stood to shake my hand. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt, a white satin blouse, showing plenty of cleavage and three inch stilettos.
“This is Celeste, my new assistant,” he offered.
Oh, fuck no!!!!
I shook her hand and tried to hide my shocked expression as best I could. Was he fucking crazy? I bet he already fucked her. Did he think that I was going to be okay with this perfect 10, being his assistant?
I paid no attention to the conversation going on around the table. They talked about stocks, and bonds, and moving money here to there, but my mind was reeling too much to stay focused. I was sure that I was pregnant with someone’s baby, I was sitting there panty-less, and my husband just sprung his beautiful new assistant on me.
“Is that okay with you, Morgan?” Drew asked.
“What?”
“Morgan, you need to pay attention, this involves you too. You can have a say in anything thrown out.”
“Why? I didn’t get a say in anything else,” I replied with narrowed eyes. He smiled. He knew exactly what I was talking about.
“That will be fine, Mr. Rawlings,” Drew offered.
We stood on the sidewalk with Celeste waiting for our cars to be brought around. Drew asked her about some proposal. She said that it was finished and would bring it by later.
Of course, she was coming to our house. Why wouldn’t she? Derik practically lived there when he was Drew’s assistant.
“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Kelley,” Celeste said as her car was being pulled up.
I smiled and nodded as our driver pulled up, as well.