"I'd be willing to soldier through for your sake."
Maylee snorted.
"Come back with me," he said softly, and tugged her closer to him. "Let me show you my home in New York City and how dull and boring of a bachelor I am."
"Are you a boring bachelor?"
"I am. My townhouse is full of books and dust and not a single thing to entice a woman at all." Griffin gave her a rueful look. "And I can lure you with promises of conversation about ancient civilizations up until the early hours of the morning."
She pretended to consider this. "Can I bring my knitting?"
"Absolutely. I would recommend you have something at hand to keep you busy while I bore you to death."
"You're never boring," she said softly, and her gaze flicked to his mouth. "Not to me."
"That's why you're perfect." He pulled her in closer, his mouth angling toward hers.
Maylee pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping him before he could kiss her. "So . . . now what? I've forgiven you, but I left New York. It's hard to get a job there for a girl like me."
"You'll come live with me," he said immediately. "I don't want you to work. I want you at my side every day."
She shook her head. "And be dependent on you for everything? No."
"Then be my equerry. My assistant. My body servant." He wiggled his eyebrows at her at the last sentence.
She snorted again and shook her head. "You have an assistant."
"Yes, and he's never cut my meat for me once." He gave her a soulful look full of pleading. "Say you'll return with me. I can always use another assistant. I seem to recall someone telling me how incredibly helpless I was."
"You are rather helpless," she admitted, fingering one of the medals on his coat that had flipped over. "Do all your assistants live with you?"
"Kip does," Griffin admitted. "My first act will be to boot him to a neighboring townhouse."
"And me?"
"I want you in my home."
"Until we break up? And then what do I do?" She shook her head. "It's too risky."
"I will pay you a hundred thousand dollars a year to be a completely terrible assistant to me. And I will sign a contract stating that if we do break up, I will grant you another hundred thousand dollars as severance pay. I don't want you to worry about money when you're with me."
The money made her eyes widen, but she shook her head. "I feel like you're trying to buy my affection."
"If that's the only way I can get it, then that is what I'll take." His arms tightened around her. "Maylee, please. Come back to me." He wagged his eyebrows in an obvious fashion. "I have an entire bag of purloined hotel soaps and shampoos with your name on them."
She smiled, but still hesitated.
The look in his eyes became intense. "Please. I need you."
It was those three little words that decided her. I need you. How long had she waited for him to admit such a thing? "I'll let you hire me . . . on one condition."
"Anything."
"I'm only going to be your employee until I can trust you not to break my heart again." She gave him a small, trembling smile. "When I'm comfortable with you again, I'll quit because I know I can trust you, and I don't want things between us to be about money."
"Done. All done. Whatever you want, done."
"Then I guess you have another assistant," she breathed, and leaned in.
He kissed her so fiercely that her toes curled, and she clung to his thick woolen coat. His tongue slicked against her own in a possessive dance, and Maylee was left gasping and breathless when he released her.
"I guess I'd better tell Mama and them that I'm moving back to New York City."
"Good," said Griffin, just as breathless as her. His gaze devoured her. "Very good."
***
A few hours later, Maylee had kissed her Mama, her Nana, her Pepaw and her sisters, packed her small bag, and leashed Bubba, and they were heading to New York City. Griffin had agreed to let her bring her dog, even though it was clear he wasn't sure what to do around the animal. Maylee wondered if he'd ever had a pet, and then she thought of the queen with her big, fluffy cats, and tried to picture a grimly resolute Griffin petting one, and giggled to herself all the way to the airport.
Once they were back on his jet, Kip took Bubba's leash and sat at the front of the plane with a drink and a magazine. "I'll be here in case you need me," the valet said in a dry voice. "With headphones on."
That was an odd thing to say, Maylee thought as she held Griffin's hand and headed to the back seats on the plane. "Why would he tell us that?"