Brett and I laughed but by the serious look on her face, I had a feeling that she wasn’t joking.
“Stay and have a drink. Anything you want, it’s on the house,” Brett said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Mary smiled. “Rick, baby, it’s party time.”
The cameraman, Rick, shook his head and took the microphone from her. “Lead the way.”
“How was your first official interview, lover?” Brett asked, cupping my chin.
“It was good. Mary is funny and nice. I wasn’t too nervous,” I said, looking up at him.
“Get used to it, Evvie.” He placed a soft peck on my mouth.
Camera flashes went off but all I could focus on was Brett’s soft lips against mine. He released me a moment later. “Let’s get a drink.”
“Will this interview be on TV back home?” I asked as we walked hand in hand to the bar.
“It should be but if not, I’ll find it online for us to watch.”
We sat at the bar and while Brett spoke with his or our staff, I guess it was, I ordered a beer.
“What’s wrong?”
I ran a finger around the rim of the brown bottle and shrugged.
“Talk to me, Evvie,” Brett said, grabbing my hand.
I sighed. “How am I going to pay you back for all of this?” I asked, motioning to the large expanse before us.
Brett frowned. “I told you that I don’t want you to pay me back, Evvie. We’re in this together.”
“But…what about a…”
“What?”
I took a breath and braced myself. “What about a prenuptial agreement?”
Several emotions flashed on his face before he cupped the back of my neck. “If I was worried about you taking my money, we wouldn’t be sitting here.” His eyes softened. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What’s mine is yours.”
“Then how come you don’t believe me when I tell you the exact same thing?” I blurted and regretted it a moment later when he pulled back.
He didn’t respond.
I bit my cheek to keep from lashing out when a hand curled in mine. I looked down at our entwined fingers. The gold band that I had become so used to wearing, flashed in the dim lighting of the room. Brushing my thumb over it, I sighed.
“Say the word and you don’t have to be any part of this. I’ll remove your name from everything that has to do with owning the club.” He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I want you happy. What do you want?”
I chewed my bottom lip and searched his face. We had come so far in a short amount of time. I had only known him for six months but felt like it was a lifetime. He was my one. My only. My soul mate. What he wanted, I wanted. “I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I want to do this with you. I want to be by your side every step of the way.”
His warm mouth captured mine in a soft but demanding kiss. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. This is all a little overwhelming but I couldn’t ask for a better business partner.”
He kissed my forehead. “I’ll teach you the ropes, my sweet Evvie.”
I smiled as he released me and took a sip of my beer.
“Two drinks and no more, lover,” Brett whispered in my ear. “I want your body sober for when I take my pleasure from it later.”
“Hmm...what about my pleasure?” I teased.
He kissed my bare shoulder. “I can guarantee that you will be screaming from more than just pleasure in a couple of hours.”
My throat went dry at what he was suggesting. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, pure, raw, hot, ecstasy as I dive deep inside of your body.”
Oh dear God.
He laughed and kissed my cheek.
I shook my head and smiled. This new playful side of him was something that I could get used to. Knowing it was just revealed for me and only me, made a surge of desire spread through my body. As each day passed, little bits were revealed from us both. We became more comfortable with each other and as much as I missed home, I didn’t want this time with Brett to end.
***
“Lover, what’s wrong?” Brett asked me, brushing a hand down my arm.
I stared out the window of the plane the next day and sighed. “I don’t want to leave.”
He kissed my head. “I know.”
I still couldn’t believe that I was part owner of a club. “You’ll go back to being busy with the club and I’ll go back to working behind the bar.” I couldn’t help it but a deep depression was threatening to settle in and I was having difficulty fighting it.
“Mathis will be having me travel more in the next couple of months. I want you to come with me and we can come back to Mexico anytime you want...partner.”