lunchtime Garrison had learned all the names of his staff writers, each of
their fields and had even gone out during rush hour and picked up lunch. He’d
read the skeptical looks on his employees’ faces but had eventually won them
over. He’d even sat through two rounds of grandchildren photos.
had never encountered a livelier bunch of people. He hadn’t walked into the
office thinking that a simple change of his attire would make him the average,
everyday man, but he wanted the people who worked for him to feel like he was
listening, like he cared.
was what his life would be like without all the hypocrisy, media and dramatics
of his family members. For a moment, his thoughts embraced this world. He knew
it was temporary, but there was something peaceful about it; it was humbling
compared to the neck-breaking, vicious existence he’d endured for the last
chuckled at a joke from Phil, a writer for the Game Time section of the magazine. He took a deep breath, settled into his
seat. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that a world where the spotlight didn’t
constantly shine was without its own challenges, but his mind sure could use
chewed on his sandwich, his gaze locking on Ria’s office door. He had never
wanted any woman more than his wife. His wife? How many times had he said in
the past that being tied down was the last thing on earth he’d wanted to do?
His brother Darius had teased him mercilessly once the news broke about his
nuptials. Willie had wanted someone fresh for the Soul Mates bachelor, and Garrison’s name had come up. After many
conversations, meetings and several drinks, Garrison had given in.
stirred in his seat at the lunchroom table, making it a point to nod at all the
appropriate times. His mind, however, recalled the sway of Ria’s soft hips. His
fingers clutched his Styrofoam cup while his mouth watered as the sweetness of
her pussy awakened his senses. He recalled the taste of her on his tongue, the
feel of her ass in his palms.
need to delve between her silky thighs had been overwhelming last night. It’d
taken every ounce of strength he possessed to just walk away. The spray of the
cold shower back in his hotel room had done little to douse the hunger slicing
would not take her on some half whim for the sake of the physical. No, he
wanted all of her. To consume and to be consumed by her. He wouldn’t accept any
less than that. When they came together again, it would be because she wanted
him—all of him.
proposal to Ria was only for one week, yet he wondered if he could do this
every day and simply walk away from the limelight, the tabloids, the drama that
came with being a Fox. He couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t tempting.
thoughts wavered as Ria stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, quietly
watching him. Their eyes met. The heat pulled them closer, though her body language
spoke of defiance and outright anger.
continued to watch hungrily as she promptly rolled her eyes at him, sashayed
her sexy behind to the vending machine and punched the buttons for her Diet
would have gotten up and hauled her into his arms, only he was sure she’d punch
his lights out before he had a chance. She hadn’t been thrilled with his idea
of holding out the goods last night, and she’d grown even more irate when he’d
left her house in the wee hours of the morning—or rather, when she’d thrown him
smiled, stood and excused himself from the table and walked over to her. “Good
kicked the vending machine, frowning at the Snickers bar frozen in a lopsided
position, and turned to him. “Who knew you’d enjoy slumming this much.”
words were harsh but not as nearly as frosty as the coldness reflected in her
eyes. “I don’t consider this slumming.”
it’s sure as hell not keeping up with the Gateses or Trumps, now is it?” She
turned her attention back to the machine, shaking it. “Damn thing! Give me my
squinted his eyes. “Why don’t you say what you’re really upset about?”
angled her head at him. “Upset? Is that what you think I am?”
doesn’t even cover it, Garrison. I mean, you storm back into my life—that is,
after buying your way into it by acquiring Core.
You then bully me by insisting on this farce of being”—her gaze skidded
over him as she gestured with her hands—“an average, everyday man.” She paused
long enough to kick the machine and swirled back at him. “But to top it off,
you come to my apartment and refuse to fuck me!”
crossed his arms, his voice low. “I think everyone has heard enough.”
looked around him and saw several people snickering and others with downcast
let her get to the entrance before he said, “We’ll continue this at home.”
me?” Ria turned around. “We don’t have a home.”
stepped closer. “We do now. At least for the next week.”
you look. My bags have been packed and are now sitting in your apartment,
thanks to your landlord, Mr. Silverman, and seeing as I’m low on funds and have
no access to credit cards, where else did you expect me to go?”
the mission is available.”
Juniper Lane, Apt. 11B.” He stomped out, sidestepping her. “See you tonight,