Beautiful Surrender(24)

“It must be about pleasure then. I’m looking forward to it, Kitten.”

I smiled but inwardly resisted letting his usual effect on me take hold. Vincent didn’t need any extra encouragement to keep teasing me and I didn’t need him trying to derail my carefully laid plan.

“Not quite, let’s just take it one thing at a time.”

He sighed. “You’re right. Where do you want me?”

In context it sounded sexual and my sex instinctively tightened at his tone. With how busy he’d been the past few weeks and the crazy events that happened, it seemed like forever since we had sex. I needed to focus. One thing at a time. First get through your presentation and then you can tell him about the baby.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about my presentation.”

He laughed. “I hope you’re not as nervous as you were the first time we were in this office. Though I rather enjoyed that conversation . . . ”

Even though he got a smile out of me, I knew I had to get this discussion back on track. “Sorry Vincent, don’t think that’s happening today.”

“Okay, well once you’re done presenting these materials maybe we can move on to phase two of the meeting.”

Vincent clearly had a different idea of how phase two of the meeting was going to go.

“We can just sit on the couch,” I said.

How would he react when he found out about the baby? It was clear from our weekend visit with Giselle that Vincent loved Brady, but that was his nephew. He didn’t have to take care of Brady every day. Would he feel the same way if the child was his? Would he be willing to sacrifice his lifestyle for that?

He took a seat. “I hope I can have your undivided attention here,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll have to make sure.”

Lewd images of the different ways he’d “make sure” flashed in my mind before I took a deep breath and smiled up at him. “Sorry, I’m just preoccupied with some things at work.”

Hopefully a discussion of the facts and figures of his wealth would deflate things. I handed him the binder I had put together for this presentation.

He smiled at me. I waited for him to speak, but he continued to watch me, saying nothing.

I blinked and plowed ahead, opening the binder and turning past the cover page to the executive summary. I launched into an explanation of the different strategies we had prepared for him.

He nodded, attentive, though there was also still a knowing smirk on his face.

“Any questions so far?” I asked.

He shook his head, pursing his lips as if to avoid smiling.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked at me a few beats. Still fighting back a smile, he finally spoke. “Are you listening to yourself?”

I scrunched my face. What was he talking about? “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you’ve been doing fine. It’s just . . .” He trailed off.

“What?”

Then I heard it. I had the tiny rasp I sometimes got in my voice when I was turned on.

I cleared my throat then pursed my lips, trying to think of what to say. This was not going to plan. Not my plan anyway, though Vincent seemed to be enjoying himself. Damn these pregnancy hormones.

“Vincent, this is important.”

“Do you know how you look right now?” Vincent’s eyes flickered up and down my body, I could almost feel his invisible fingers caressing my curves slowly. His tongue darted out and wet his lips slightly.

“You should see yourself in a mirror, you look too fuckable. I could just tear your clothes off right now. It’s been too long. We both know we’re far overdue for sex.”

The desire in his voice sent a spike of heat to my core. I squirmed, rubbing my legs together. For some reason, I thought about the first time I was here in his office. We were right here on his couch. Except we were lying down, not sitting, and his hands had been sliding up my thigh. I looked at him and blushed, hoping that he couldn’t read my mind. I needed to get this back on track.

“Don’t you care about managing your assets?”

He moved closer to me, his leg pressing right up against mine. It was good that we were sitting down, because looking into his deep brown eyes, I felt ready to melt. He lifted his right hand, gliding the back of his fingers down the side of my face.

“You’re my most valuable asset right now,” he whispered.

A shiver ran down the back of my spine. He was being so sweet and it was getting more difficult by the minute to resist him.

“I’m serious, Vincent.”

He closed the binder and set it down on the glass coffee table. “Listen, I trust the strategy you’ve put together for me, and I’m sure I can read through this on my own when I’m less distracted. We don’t need to decide on a strategy right this minute.”