“You’re a smart girl, Krissy, so I’m pretty sure you know I don’t give a shit about helping you choose fabric. I’d really like for you to hurry up with this part so we can move on to my ulterior motive.”
A laugh climbed up my throat, and I turned to look up at him. “And what’s your ulterior motive?”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he lifted a brow and stared me, knowing I knew what his ulterior motive was and was just playing dense. “To take you out for lunch.”
“That’s all?” I asked, grinning up at him.
He gave me a have-it-your-way shrug. “Sure.”
Unable to contain my excitement, I bit my lip, turned around, and made a choice for the fabrics in about half-a-minute, then placed the orders and gave the address for delivery. The anticipation, you see, had jolted my brain into hyper-drive, so in less than five minutes, I was out of that store. Ready to experience more of the man who resembled danger.
“Can we just grab burgers and go back to the work site?” I asked as Trevillo opened the car door for me.
Whenever I was working on a project, I was a bit of a control freak. I wanted to be in the midst of everything, making sure all was going as planned. And unless it was absolutely necessary, I never left the work-zone until it was quitting hours. As much as Trevillo excited me, my mind was still focused on the work at hand. At the end of the day, I was working for him .
Trevillo nodded knowingly. “Ah, you’re one of those people, aren’t you? Brain never rests until the conundrum is solved.”
“Guilty.”
We stopped by a fast-food restaurant, ordered two burger combos, and headed back to Skylark.
Trevillo led us over to a sitting area with grass-green, wrought-iron outdoor table sets near the unfilled pool on the complex. We sat down and began eating. Quietly.
The sun was high in the sky, but was warm enough so one could bask in it without ending up sunburned.
As I bit into my burger, I thought about the odds of having this lunch here and now. Even though Trevillo’s name fitted my lips well, it still felt a tad weird eating lunch with the man. This was a powerful, über-wealthy, intimidating man who, incidentally, didn’t dig younger women. How the hell did this happen?
“What’re you thinking?”
At his voice, I glanced up and found him staring straight at me. The gleam in his eyes told me he was on a mission. And I had every reason to believe I was that mission.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on here. He wasn’t the easiest person to read. He wasn’t one to say much, and when he did speak, he usually got straight to the point. So at the moment, he had no idea how much I wanted to shoot that question back at him.
“How weird this is,” I answered in truth.
“What’s weird?”
Setting down my half-eaten burger, I sat back in the chair and glared at him. “Trev, I’m sitting here with you eating a Double Whopper and calling you Trev. It’s just … weird. You’re you . Trevillo Nelson. My boss’s boss’s boss.”
He shrugged at this, and I felt the urge to scream.
“So what? Who am I? Just a normal human being like everyone else. Wealth doesn’t make me different or better than anyone.” He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and continued, “I’m having lunch with you , and I’m enjoying the shit out of it, out of watching you. Albeit, I wish you would do more talking and less thinking, so I can get to know you. You’re you . Krissan Kingston. An angel’s feather.”
To hide my smile, I lowered my head. That was the second time he referred to me as an angel’s feather. I had absolutely no idea what the hell it even meant, but for some dumb-ass reason, it made me blush.
“Talk to me, Krissy,” I heard him say. “Tell me about you.”
Finding his gaze, I folded my arms. “Why? The last time I checked, I was still twenty-five.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “However, I’ve never once desired to know more
A laugh climbed up my throat, and I turned to look up at him. “And what’s your ulterior motive?”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he lifted a brow and stared me, knowing I knew what his ulterior motive was and was just playing dense. “To take you out for lunch.”
“That’s all?” I asked, grinning up at him.
He gave me a have-it-your-way shrug. “Sure.”
Unable to contain my excitement, I bit my lip, turned around, and made a choice for the fabrics in about half-a-minute, then placed the orders and gave the address for delivery. The anticipation, you see, had jolted my brain into hyper-drive, so in less than five minutes, I was out of that store. Ready to experience more of the man who resembled danger.
“Can we just grab burgers and go back to the work site?” I asked as Trevillo opened the car door for me.
Whenever I was working on a project, I was a bit of a control freak. I wanted to be in the midst of everything, making sure all was going as planned. And unless it was absolutely necessary, I never left the work-zone until it was quitting hours. As much as Trevillo excited me, my mind was still focused on the work at hand. At the end of the day, I was working for him .
Trevillo nodded knowingly. “Ah, you’re one of those people, aren’t you? Brain never rests until the conundrum is solved.”
“Guilty.”
We stopped by a fast-food restaurant, ordered two burger combos, and headed back to Skylark.
Trevillo led us over to a sitting area with grass-green, wrought-iron outdoor table sets near the unfilled pool on the complex. We sat down and began eating. Quietly.
The sun was high in the sky, but was warm enough so one could bask in it without ending up sunburned.
As I bit into my burger, I thought about the odds of having this lunch here and now. Even though Trevillo’s name fitted my lips well, it still felt a tad weird eating lunch with the man. This was a powerful, über-wealthy, intimidating man who, incidentally, didn’t dig younger women. How the hell did this happen?
“What’re you thinking?”
At his voice, I glanced up and found him staring straight at me. The gleam in his eyes told me he was on a mission. And I had every reason to believe I was that mission.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on here. He wasn’t the easiest person to read. He wasn’t one to say much, and when he did speak, he usually got straight to the point. So at the moment, he had no idea how much I wanted to shoot that question back at him.
“How weird this is,” I answered in truth.
“What’s weird?”
Setting down my half-eaten burger, I sat back in the chair and glared at him. “Trev, I’m sitting here with you eating a Double Whopper and calling you Trev. It’s just … weird. You’re you . Trevillo Nelson. My boss’s boss’s boss.”
He shrugged at this, and I felt the urge to scream.
“So what? Who am I? Just a normal human being like everyone else. Wealth doesn’t make me different or better than anyone.” He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and continued, “I’m having lunch with you , and I’m enjoying the shit out of it, out of watching you. Albeit, I wish you would do more talking and less thinking, so I can get to know you. You’re you . Krissan Kingston. An angel’s feather.”
To hide my smile, I lowered my head. That was the second time he referred to me as an angel’s feather. I had absolutely no idea what the hell it even meant, but for some dumb-ass reason, it made me blush.
“Talk to me, Krissy,” I heard him say. “Tell me about you.”
Finding his gaze, I folded my arms. “Why? The last time I checked, I was still twenty-five.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “However, I’ve never once desired to know more
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