“She’s mine.” A rush of pleasure coursed through me at saying it out loud. “No one touches what’s mine.” I hung up and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for.
“Gray Securities,” a bubbly female voice answered.
“Xander Gray, please. This is Rhys Campbell.”
“One moment.”
There was a beat of silence before Xander picked up.
“What can I do for you, Rhys?” He’d always been no-nonsense, very direct, and it was something I appreciated. So, I got right to the point.
“The security guards you have on Macy Holland? I want them all female from now on.”
Xander was quiet for a moment. “You been drinking the water over at Weston’s place?”
I chuckled. “No, just found my own Aspen is all.”
He grunted but didn’t otherwise respond to my statement. He confirmed that all of Macy’s guards would be women from then on and I ended the call. There were only a couple more hours until she closed up the shop.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the clock on the dash read ten to ten. Just as I stepped inside, she turned out the last light and walked towards me. I held the door open for her, leaving only enough room for her to slide by me, pressing our bodies together.
Her quick inhale confirmed that she was feeling the same electric current flowing between us when we touched.
She kept her eyes down as she started in the direction of her car, but I took her elbow in my palm and guided her towards my car instead.
“My car is—”
“We’ll take mine tonight. If you aren’t working tomorrow, I’ll have someone drop it off at your place.”
She tried to argue with me and hold her ground when we reached my Tesla, but I opened the door, then swept her into my arms and placed her in the car. Her jaw dropped, but I ignored it and proceeded to buckle her in. I shut the door and jogged around to get in on the driver’s side.
“Are you hungry?” I asked as I started the engine, the soft purr just barely alerting you to the fact that it was running.
“Wait. Take me back to—”
“Answer me, angel,” I cut her off. “Are you hungry?”
Just then, her stomach growled and I laughed. I glanced at her and she stared at me, well, at my mouth, seemingly mesmerized by something. I smiled and her jaw went a little slack.
I turned back to the road and in my peripheral vision, I saw her snap into rigid posture and face the windshield.
“Where do you want to eat, Macy?”
“I have food at home. I’ll grab something there.”
I sighed. “Angel, don’t make me go twenty rounds with you over every little thing. Let me feed you.”
She was silent for a moment, then relaxed into her seat. “Fine. But, don’t expect me to eat like a rabbit.”
Macy
My fingers idly toyed with the hem of my sweater. I forced them down onto my lap since it was a sure sign of how nervous I was. Then again, I had reason to be uneasy considering I stuck out like a sore thumb. Or, at least, I would if anyone could see me tucked into a corner booth with Rhys sitting next to me, blocking me from everyone’s line of sight. When he’d nudged me to the side, I’d been too distracted by my scan of the elegant dining room to even realize he was doing it so he could sit next to me.
What in the hell was I doing here? The dim lighting did nothing to hide the fact that the restaurant was way nicer than the kind I was used to eating at. Not that I ate out often considering it wasn’t in my budget. Not even at a much cheaper, chain place. Then again, the more important question to ask myself was, how did I end up sitting in a booth at a place like this with Rhys?
In his expertly tailored suit, with what was clearly a pricey haircut and even more expensive shoes, he looked like he could afford to eat at places like this every day of the week, three meals a day. And judging by the way the hostess greeted him by name and showed us to a corner booth without batting an eyelash over the fact that they were closing in about thirty minutes, it was entirely possible he really did eat all of his meals here. He certainly ordered like he did, without even asking me what I wanted when he ordered about half a dozen different things from the menu I hadn’t even gotten the chance to see.
“I’m a vegetarian,” I blurted out after the waitress was out of earshot.
“What? But you said you weren’t going to eat like a rabbit!”
The shocked expression on his face made me giggle.
“Why you little—” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he realized I was messing with him. His lips turned down in a frown, but his grey eyes twinkled with humor. Swoon.