we’re having a quick lunch. If you’re hungry we can have something brought up for you also?”
“That’s okay; I’ll eat when we get back to Sugarland.”
Leaving Alec to his travel magazine, I head to the large oak double doors, which lead into Kayden’s office. He and Dixon both have offices on the twenty-fourth floor, each on opposite sides of the building, with a conference room between them. I wonder if Brooklyn’s ever been here to see Dixon? I doubt it since he’s so hot in the bedroom and cold in public.
Turning the knob slowly I pop my head in and see Kayden standing in front of the floor to ceiling glass windows. He looks so sexy and ready to take on the world. He’s wearing black dress slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a mint green tie that I picked out for him last night; I love that tie. His jacket is lying on the couch and he’s pacing in front of the windows overlooking Houston while speaking French to someone on his ear piece. It amazes me how he can speak four different languages. I could barely pass high school Spanish. I know just enough to get me margaritas in Cabo.
Setting my purse down on the white plush contemporary couch, I slowly make my way over to where he’s standing, trying my best to surprise him. He has both hands in his pockets, totally oblivious to me being in here. Walking up behind him, I slip my arms through his and wrapping them around his waist.
I can feel his breathing increase as his abdomen begins to rise and fall quickly. Removing his hands from his pants pockets he rests them over mine, spinning around to face me. He says something in French and then taps his ear piece ending his call. “Hey, baby.” Leaning down, he takes my face into his hands and kisses me so sweetly that my stomach does flip flops and my heart is racing.
“Hey yourself, sooo what do you think of the new do?” I ask, flipping my red hair.
“You still look as hot as ever. But I’m happy it isn’t permanent because I love you blonde.”
“Believe me; I love my blonde hair just as much as you do. I will not be dying my hair any time soon, so you can rest easy my love.” I say playfully patting his chest.
Taking my hand, Kayden leads me over to the small white couch. Sitting down he pulls me onto his lap and wraps his strong arms around my waist. Curling up against him, I can’t help but smile as he kisses my temple lovingly.
Holding me tightly against his chest, he finally asks, “So how did your appointment with Dr. Wilcott go?” I feel his body tense beneath me as he asks.
Turning and locking my eyes with his I smile at him, trying to ease his worries, and show him I’m okay. Lacing my fingers with his, I pull his hand against my heart, taking a deep breath before answering.
“I’m actually feeling better since my session with her. It went rather well. I had a good cry and talked about everything that I can remember from that night. She reassured me that everything I’m feeling is completely normal. She tried to prescribe me anti-depressants but I told her for now I want to see if I can get better just from our therapy sessions.”
“Well, I for one am happy that it went well. I’ve been a nervous wreck all morning; it's been difficult to focus on any of my work. I made an appointment to go with you next Monday. Hopefully, talking to her will be beneficial for us both.”
“Mya and Brooklyn suggested maybe we get away for a few days. They think it may help us both relax. Maybe getting away from all of this,” I say swirling my hand around in the air, “will help us both feel a little bit better.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I have to go to Hong Kong on Wednesday for a business meeting. But I’ll be back in Houston on Friday. We can meet at the tarmac and fly wherever you wanna go baby. We can even have Brooklyn come along too, if you’d like?”
Tapping my chin, I think about where I would like
“That’s okay; I’ll eat when we get back to Sugarland.”
Leaving Alec to his travel magazine, I head to the large oak double doors, which lead into Kayden’s office. He and Dixon both have offices on the twenty-fourth floor, each on opposite sides of the building, with a conference room between them. I wonder if Brooklyn’s ever been here to see Dixon? I doubt it since he’s so hot in the bedroom and cold in public.
Turning the knob slowly I pop my head in and see Kayden standing in front of the floor to ceiling glass windows. He looks so sexy and ready to take on the world. He’s wearing black dress slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a mint green tie that I picked out for him last night; I love that tie. His jacket is lying on the couch and he’s pacing in front of the windows overlooking Houston while speaking French to someone on his ear piece. It amazes me how he can speak four different languages. I could barely pass high school Spanish. I know just enough to get me margaritas in Cabo.
Setting my purse down on the white plush contemporary couch, I slowly make my way over to where he’s standing, trying my best to surprise him. He has both hands in his pockets, totally oblivious to me being in here. Walking up behind him, I slip my arms through his and wrapping them around his waist.
I can feel his breathing increase as his abdomen begins to rise and fall quickly. Removing his hands from his pants pockets he rests them over mine, spinning around to face me. He says something in French and then taps his ear piece ending his call. “Hey, baby.” Leaning down, he takes my face into his hands and kisses me so sweetly that my stomach does flip flops and my heart is racing.
“Hey yourself, sooo what do you think of the new do?” I ask, flipping my red hair.
“You still look as hot as ever. But I’m happy it isn’t permanent because I love you blonde.”
“Believe me; I love my blonde hair just as much as you do. I will not be dying my hair any time soon, so you can rest easy my love.” I say playfully patting his chest.
Taking my hand, Kayden leads me over to the small white couch. Sitting down he pulls me onto his lap and wraps his strong arms around my waist. Curling up against him, I can’t help but smile as he kisses my temple lovingly.
Holding me tightly against his chest, he finally asks, “So how did your appointment with Dr. Wilcott go?” I feel his body tense beneath me as he asks.
Turning and locking my eyes with his I smile at him, trying to ease his worries, and show him I’m okay. Lacing my fingers with his, I pull his hand against my heart, taking a deep breath before answering.
“I’m actually feeling better since my session with her. It went rather well. I had a good cry and talked about everything that I can remember from that night. She reassured me that everything I’m feeling is completely normal. She tried to prescribe me anti-depressants but I told her for now I want to see if I can get better just from our therapy sessions.”
“Well, I for one am happy that it went well. I’ve been a nervous wreck all morning; it's been difficult to focus on any of my work. I made an appointment to go with you next Monday. Hopefully, talking to her will be beneficial for us both.”
“Mya and Brooklyn suggested maybe we get away for a few days. They think it may help us both relax. Maybe getting away from all of this,” I say swirling my hand around in the air, “will help us both feel a little bit better.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I have to go to Hong Kong on Wednesday for a business meeting. But I’ll be back in Houston on Friday. We can meet at the tarmac and fly wherever you wanna go baby. We can even have Brooklyn come along too, if you’d like?”
Tapping my chin, I think about where I would like
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