“Is that what I am to you, your Princess?” I asked, pleased. “I like the sound of that.”
I drifted back off to sleep, waking up as Kade’s alarm went off. He’d gotten one of those really cool types too, that didn’t wake you up by a blaring alarm or anything like that. Instead, a prerecorded track started with low, deep tones that you barely heard in your subconscious before raising in tone and volume until they sounded like real bells that you might hear on a breezy spring day or something. Kade was still with me, holding me securely in his arms, and in that instant I knew I was the luckiest woman in the entire universe.
* * *
Kade’s office was in a nice little brick red stucco building next to the Willamette River, next to a middle to upscale condo complex. “By the way, you were talking about exercise yesterday,” Kade said as we pulled into the parking lot. “Just down the street is a woman’s only gym, although if you want I can introduce you to where I go.”
“I’ll go where you go,” I replied. I shifted around, my backside aching from the ride in the car, and grinned. “But not today, except for maybe swimming and a sit in a hot tub.”
Kade looked over at me and took my hand. It was a breaking of our rules, but it could be played off if someone saw us. “You know, you didn’t really have to take all twenty-one. I’m proud of you for doing it though.”
It was meaningful praise, and I did feel a sense of accomplishment for being able to endure it. “Thank you, my Lord.”
Kade’s eyes crinkled in delight at my use of our special term, and he smiled. “You’re welcome, Princess. Just remember, in the office, just Kade and Alix.”
I nodded, then rubbed my backside. “I’ll do my best, Kade. It’ll be easy though, I think. I do have one glorious reminder of why not to break the rules.”
Kade laughed and took out his keys. I got out, smoothing the skirt I’d bought over my thighs. I was wearing simple flats, so with Kade in his suit, he practically towered over me. Or at least by a good three or four inches, which for a woman my height is towering.
I was surprised at how open and airy Kade’s offices were. I’d been to Derek’s office before, and it was what you’d expect from a high-end law firm, with lots of oak shelves, somber looking clothing, and things that screamed money. Kade’s offices, on the other hand, were bright and welcoming, with a lot of bright neutrals and open designs that were full of youthful confidence.
I was surprised by the age of Kade’s legal secretary, Monica. It wasn’t that she was really old, but at forty-six, she’d been a legal secretary for longer than I’d been alive. “Hi, I’m Alix, Kade’s stepsister.” I greeted her, offering my hand. “I guess this is a bit of a surprise.”
“Working with Kade, I have gotten used to surprising developments,” Monica said. She was well put together for her age, with nicely styled brown hair and glasses that kind of gave her the Sarah Palin look without the political overtones. “It’s nice to meet you. Kade does talk about you all the time.”
“No I don’t,” Kade immediately interjected, blushing. I had to grin, it made him look so damn cute, and unfamiliar in that he wasn’t totally in control. “Just when Alix did something noteworthy.”
“Which was just about once a month,” Monica retorted, grinning. “You have a talented stepbrother, Alix.”
“I know,” I said, looking at Kade out of the side of my eyes and giving a smile that he knew had a lot more meaning than just my words to Monica. “He’s pretty amazing. But enough of making Kade embarrassed. Is there a place I can set up a little work area, and maybe a computer I could nab?”
“We’ve got a spare laptop around here somewhere,” Monica said, getting out of her chair. Kade, after seeing that the two of us were okay, took his briefcase into his office, shutting the door behind him to focus on whatever his work was for the day. Monica watched him go, then looked at me and smiled. “It’s going to be much better with you around. You have no idea how difficult it is dealing with two men all the time. It’ll be nice to have some more female influence around here.”
Monica led me to a closed door, which she opened to reveal a small break room area. “We don’t use it for much except the fridge,” she explained, “and the microwave sometimes. Kade has no problems with us eating at the desks or in the conference room if we want, we just don’t when clients are in the office. So most of the room has become a storage area.”