Page 30 of Unleashing Chaos
Matt holds out his hand. “I look forward to seeing the return on my investment.”
I grip his fingers and we shake. “I look forward to making you an even richer man.”
He chuckles and gives Desi a mischievous glance. “Treat him good tonight. He deserves it.”
She matches his expression and winks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”
The innuendo sends all kinds of images of how she could do just that racing through my head. God, how I want to act on them and take this charade a little further. My entire body is buzzing, dying for physical attention. I want skin on skin, her mouth, her hands. Nothing but her can sedate the need she’s brought to life in me.
“You two have fun. And no more dancing, you stole all the attention from me,” Matt says over his shoulder as he walks away.
I slide my hand into my pocket and ensure I’m not showing the entire room how turned on I am. When I’m satisfied that nothing is tenting, I turn to Desi and say, “You’re too much, but damn if Matt didn’t like it. You just locked down that deal for me.”
She snatches a drink from a server and takes a sip. “Nah, you locked down that deal with your reputation and talent. I’m just arm candy.”
It’s not true. She is so much more than that. But I’m not about to verbally duel it out with her. We already know our arguments tend to get heated.
I take her hand and run my thumb over her knuckles. “Thank you for coming tonight, Desi. I was lost before you got here.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have missed it.”
“Now, I know Matt said no more dancing, but one more for celebratory purposes won’t hurt. May I?” I ask, pulling our clasped fingers to my chest.
She nods with a bright smile, and I sweep her out onto the dance floor.
One dance turns into several. I spin her around and hold her close while she helps herself to a glass of champagne. If I had my way, we would dance all night. I have a reason to have my hands on her and press my body to hers. The minute we walk away, I know I’ll never touch her like this again. When the crowd thins, and her dance moves are a little unsteady, it’s time to call it a night. We say good night to Matt and the rest of the suits she charmed and make our way to my car.
She giggles as we walk across the parking lot, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through her head.
“What?” I ask.
She loops her arm with mine, like she’s done all night. “Did we really waste an entire week giving each other the silent treatment over shrunken jeans and the imaginary soap scum you assumed I’d leave in your tub?”
The muscles in my cheek twitch as I fight the urge to laugh. “I’m irrationally disgusted by a ring around my bathtub.”
“If you had checked your tub after you yelled at me, Daddy, then you’d have seen that it was perfectly clean and clear of any sign of me,” she says sweetly.
I swallow and pull on my tie. I’ve never asked a woman to call me anything but my name. But the acts that go along with the term daddy . . . those I enjoy partaking in.
No, Jace. Keep it light and fun. Desi is your friend. Just your friend.
I open the passenger door for her and say, “Daddy, huh? Keep it up and sneak into my bedroom again, and I’ll show you how daddy I can be.”
“Oh, we’re making jokes now?” she says, a throaty giggle escaping her lips. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Before I shut her door for her, I say, “Yeah, yeah. Remind me to hide that bottle of ‘I’m sorry’ wine I bought you when we get home.”
When I get into the car and shut the door, she grins over at me. “Not a chance. It’s already in my special hiding place with my other special . . . things.”
“Are you talking about the bag of Oreos you hide behind the pots? I’ve already helped Cannon sneak into that stash a couple of times.”
She feigns an offended gasp. “What?! Thief!” Her voice changes to a more serious, deadpan tone. “But, no. I’m talking about my vibrators.”
I fight to keep my eyes on the road, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. Clearing my throat, I manage, “That’s an interesting place to keep your wine.”
“What can I say? Sometimes I like to feel some full body tingles with my . . . you know . . . downstairs tingles.”
My heart starts to race, and all I can think about is how embarrassing it will be if I get a boner right here in the car with her. “Desideria, I don’t—do you—I don’t think this is a good conversation to have with me.”