As I left her home in the Hamptons, she took my arm.“Gemma, dear, had Anthony’s father died and left me with the responsibility of running Open Leaf, I don’t know if I wouldn’t be in your shoes.Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
“It’s difficult.”
“Raise your daughter right.Which I know you will.That is more important.Hopefully, this Mr.Carrington will bring Open Leaf back to life.”
Hopefully.
Except it didn’t look like that was going to happen.Unfortunately, I was committed to staying on as a consultant for three months to watch either way.
That wasn’t my only concern.
The way he makes me feel, my growing attraction to this man who feels like my enemy, is so inappropriate I can’t put it into words.
Worse, I know it's not one-sided.
He watches me.
Dark eyes drift over my skin, sending shivers through me during meetings.When I lift mine, I find his on me every time.Intense, unreadable and sizzling with a hunger that almost steals the oxygen from my lungs.
It’s palpable.
Every day I expect someone to stand up during a meeting and scream,get a room, you two!
No one does, even when he walks to the side of my chair, waiting for me to stand, and his large hand guides me back to my office.
Wordlessly.
The moment he leaves, usually drawn away by someone wanting him, I pull as much air into my body as I can and close my office door.
The mornings are the hardest.
Waking with my legs moist, images of Drew Carrington lapping at me like I exist for his pleasure.His mouth glistening with my juices.
The need to touch myself and relieve the ache.
But I can’t.
I know I will sleep with another man one day, but not him.Not the man who bought Open Leaf and appears to be doing the opposite of what I believed.
The liar.
I tug out the file, read through the clauses one by one.
Nothing.
There is nothing restricting him from ripping the company to pieces and doing whatever he wants.
I drop my face into my hands.
Oh God.I was relying on the ten percent payments to service the mortgage on the penthouse.It’s the only thing keeping the bank manager off my back.
Once news gets out, they will want a different security and...
I don’t have one.
I don’t have a Plan B.
That motherfucker!