I understood the first two and the last. "The storage unit?" I asked confused.
"Where I'm having your furniture stored next weekend. I'm moving you into the penthouse next weekend. You can figure out what you want to keep and get rid of when you get back."
My eyes widened with disbelief. I was about to argue when, through the corner of my eye, I saw the picture that I had given him on his desk, perfectly positioned for him to see from his chair. He had taken the present I had rudely delivered to him on his birthday and put it proudly on display. My picture was on the desk of the man who never had any personal belongings in his office. I took a deep breath and decided to throw caution to the wind. "Okay."
"Okay?" He had definitely expected more of an argument.
I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. "I belong to you, so why not."
Jack tipped my head back and kissed me deeply. "I'm going to be taking a lot of cold showers over the next three weeks." He made a sexy growling noise as he took both my ass cheeks into his hands and pressed me up against his erection. For the first time in a week, I felt like we might actually make it. We might … ..
Jack and Sydney's story continues in book two, Made For You.