Uhn?“What?”“Are you hungry? You must be hungry. You’ve been working for hours. You deserve a break.”“Uhm I packed my lunch. I have a sandwich in my bag.” Having a conversation with Nolan is like opening a surprise package. You never know what he’s going to say next and he seems to love throwing me off balance. From being bossy and demanding to caring about whether or not I’ve had lunch.“That’s not going to do any good…”“I’m not going to lunch with you if that’s what you’re asking.”“Let me see.”“What?”“Your lunch. You are turning down my offer of lunch for yours, I want to see.”With trembling fingers, I reached for the bag on the desk and retrieved my sodded sandwich. He snatched it and examined it with a frown before tossing it into the trashcan. “Have lunch with me.” This is trouble and I have enough of that right now to ask for more. I’m trying to protect my heart from the father of my child who really has to choose whether or not he hates me. He keeps blowing hot and cold
Nolan was already waiting by the car when I got out. The offices along the hall were locked, only a few remained open with tired, drowsy workers inside. The private park was flooded with light and since Nolan stood directly under one of them his face was partially shadowed. His green eyes watched me as I walked quickly toward him. He moved to the passenger side and held the door open for me. I averted my gaze as I slid into the seat. How ironic, he used to be the one averting his gaze, years ago, at the slightest attempt of a conversation yet here I am looking away and him staring intently at me. He closed my door and came to the driver’s side of the car. The car smelled like him, male and expensive. There was a faint musty smell too. He just settled down when he turned sharply to the right and peered into a shadowed corner of the park. I followed his gaze and noticed the dark figure standing against the wall at the other end. As Nolan backed out of the lot the figure moved into the
Nolan was quiet on the ride back to the office where I left my car but there was a charge in the air. Something electric sizzling between us. When he took his eyes off the road to glance at me I didn’t look away. How could I? He was such a mystery that I was having a hard time understanding and dinner tonight added to that mystery. If Sophia Wolffe is so sure that Nolan didn’t hire me just to keep his enemy close as he claimed then why? The question gnawed at me as I returned his stare. He looked away for the briefest moment to focus on the road but he glanced my way again and this time the heat in his eyes was smoldering. Some minutes later we pulled into the private parking lot but neither one of us opened the door to get down. We both sat in our seats waiting for the inevitable. I tried to tell myself that I was still in the process of making up my mind but my mind was already made up, I knew what I wanted, I knew what I wanted to do. “You should go home,” Nolan said softly. Both
When I was finally able to open my eyes Nolan was leaning over me watching me with gentle, soft eyes. He looked at me like I was a precious possession, a fragile crystal to be handled with care. It brought tears to my eyes. I am not fragile neither am I precious, I’m just a girl doing the very thing that was done to her years, justifying her actions by making herself believe she deserves this, this moment, this man. Nolan’s gentle fingers touched my face. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You are thinking too much.” How can he see parts of me I try so very hard to keep under wraps? Even Sophie with all her perception of me still has trouble seeing through me to my thoughts. “What changed you, Coco?” he asked softly. My pussy was still clinching deliciously from the waves of orgasm but the soft look in his eyes when he looked at me was pooling moisture between my legs again. He looked down and then raised hungry eyes to my face. “It’s only a matter of time,” he whispered. Leaning down he c
“Wow,” was the first thing Sophie said as soon as I walked through the door. “When you said you were going to be late I didn’t think you meant 2 o’clock – late. What kept you so long?”She rose from the couch and followed me into the kitchen where I went to get a cold glass of water because I am going to need that or something stronger to handle her reaction to the news I have for her. She let me down the water in peace but once I dropped the glass she wanted an explanation.“So?”“Where is Nolen?” I asked as a diversion, stalling for time so I could put my thoughts together. Even with the half-hour drive from the office I still couldn’t figure out a way to compose my thoughts. Nolan had offered to drive me home and send my car home for me but I refused his offer, not because I didn’t want it but I knew he would want to come in for a while for more lovemaking – not that I didn’t want that too, but I figured I had to prepare my best friend and my son first before letting him into our l
I checked my watch for what seemed like the 10th time since I arrived home, my home not the one I shared with Lurane. I got a stucco/ remodeled farmhouse on the West End as soon as I got into my inheritance. It was the first thing I got for myself before making my claim as the son of Simone Pierce. But after the contract, Douglas had gotten a house for Lurane and me under her name. The address I gave Chantelle was for this apartment. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of her.Last night was incredible, I never wanted it to end. It took all my willpower not to convince her to stay the night. I had suggested it but in her own words “I have something you need to know.”What could it be?The minibar in the living area was well stocked. My housekeeper, a middle-aged highly efficient woman called Betty who worked for both me and mom had cleaned the place and restocked the house with both food and wine. With any luck, I can convince Chantelle to stay the night and nights after this.The s
The room was dim but bright enough that the light fell on Chantelle’s face.And the boy beside her…with his body tucked protectively against hers.She looked up when I burst in, her eyes wide with fear. But that fear dissolved to relief when she saw it was me but that relief soon gave way to something else…guilt.Any doubt I had about the boy evaporated. He can’t be…my son?She looked away pulling the boy closer. Lurane’s goon was right behind me and at Lurane’s command, he went forward to untie Chantelle and the boy. He straightened and turned to Lurane with a frown.“But ma’am…”“Don’t ask stupid questions, Martin. You can leave now. Your job is finished here. You can tell me others I’ll send your money tomorrow.”Martin shrugged and left the room. A moment later his receding footsteps echoed on the cracking concrete ground.Paul raised a brow at Lurane. “You are very optimistic. Are you sure you will be free this time tomorrow?”Lurane glared at him, her lips curling in a sneer. “G
I woke up the next morning to the sound of an anime theme echoing loudly from downstairs. For a second I thought I was back home with Sophie singing along with the TV while either cooking breakfast for Nolen or chowing down a huge bowl of cereal until I felt the unfamiliar sheets of the bed and noticed the unfamiliar curtains, walls and artwork hanging on it.Then last night came to me. The abduction…Nolan…Lurane…the truth…the resolution. Nolan still wanted me after everything that happened – and he wants his son too. It was enough to send my heart fluttering wildly in my chest and warmth diffusing through my veins. My wrists still burned with slight throbbing pain from the ropes that had been used to restrain me digging into my flesh although the headache from yesterday was gone. I only hope Nolen doesn’t bruise on his wrists and ankles. The need to see him made me rise.Pushing the extremely soft blanket aside I set my feet on the cold floor, slid them into equally soft bedroom slip