“She looks nervous. I told her not to worry. She can handle it.” That he even said that shocks the hell out of me. Maybe he’s doing it just to make me happy, I don’t know. I’m glad for his support of Jen, though. I don’t want to fight.
I’m so damn sick of fighting.
“So. How’s work going for you?” I ask pointedly. He gives me some vague answer but I accept it. After I gave him the money, we had a long talk about his gambling problem and how he needed to get it under control. My dad’s compulsive ways finally got him into major trouble, and luckily enough I was able to bail him out. But I warned him I wouldn’t do it again. He needed to seek out help. So he did, in the form of a therapist, who he sees once a week.
After ensuring my dad has a table to eat at, I take off toward the front of the restaurant in search of Jen. I find her standing by the hostess’s desk, leaning against it as if she needs it to hold her up. Her shoulders are slumped and her head is bent, but she has a giant smile on her face.
Tired but happy, that’s how I read her.
The moment she spots me headed toward her, her eyes light up and she comes for me until we meet in the middle. “Hi,” she greets me breathlessly. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Laughing, I reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Why do you say that?”
“Have you seen how busy this place is? It’s crazy.” Her smile fades the slightest bit though her eyes are still sparkling. “I saw your dad.”
“I know. He told me.”
“He was nice to me.” She smiles.
“I’m glad.” I drift my index finger down her soft cheek, getting momentarily lost in her eyes. I could almost forget we’re at the restaurant.
Almost.
“He said he’s happy that we’re together.” Jen leans into me, pressing her forehead to my chin, a sweet, trusting gesture. “So am I, I told him.”
Fuck yes, I’ll second that. “Baby, as soon as we can, let’s get out of here. I want to take you home.”
“Colin.” She rolls her eyes, pulling away from me. “This is my restaurant and we’re having our opening night. I can’t just bail.”
“Oh yes, you can. Especially when the owner of said restaurant tells you to.” I cross my arms in front of my chest, going all mean boss on her. “Your work is done here tonight. Let’s go home.”
“But . . .”
“No buts,” I tell her. “We’re leaving. Now.”
She smiles, her eyes full of promise. “I really like it when you use that stern voice on me.”
“I know. Why do you think I use it?” Chuckling, I place my hand at the small of her back and steer her through the crowd, making our way to the short hallway that leads to the manager’s office. The moment I get her in there, I shut and lock the door, pressing her against the wall with my body, effectively trapping her there.
She places her hands on my shoulders, not to push me away but to pull me closer to her. Our lips meet and cling. I slide my tongue against hers, taking the kiss deeper, and she moans into my mouth before breaking her lips from mine. “We so shouldn’t do this here.”
“Why? We christened my office. Let’s do the same for yours.”
She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling, her hands running down the front of my chest slowly, feeling every inch of me. I harden, ready to take her right here against the wall, but I don’t want to push if she’s not into it.
This is something else we’ve discussed extensively. Her past, and how certain things still trigger the bad memories. I’ve come to grips with what she’s done, trying my best not to let it bother me. Though I’d be a damn liar if I said it didn’t . . .
But what she did has nothing to do with who we are now. I know that, and so does she.
“What would you say if I wanted to take on the managerial position here after all?” she asks, her voice casual though I see the apprehension in her eyes.
My heart tightens and my first response is an automatic hell, no. But that’s not fair. “Is that what you really want?”
She slowly shakes her head. “No. I just wanted to hear you say I could do whatever I wanted. I shouldn’t test you.” Sighing, she pulls me in closer, so close a piece of paper couldn’t fit between our two bodies. “I can’t wait to work with you, as your partner.”
“I can’t wait either,” I answer. “Maybe someday you can be my partner in every sense of the word.”
Her eyes go huge. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.” I nod, not surprised to realize I am. “Now that you’re truly mine, I want to make it real.”
“It’s already real,” she murmurs.
“I know, but I’m making it permanent. You’ll be mine.” Leaning in, I kiss her. Once, twice, our lips clinging, our bodies heating until I pull away first. “I’ll be yours. We can work together. Get engaged. Get married.”
“Oh my God,” she breathes, those dark brown eyes of hers still wide and full of hope and excitement.
“Does that work for you?” I ask, and she nods.
“You really want to marry me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” I vow solemnly. “Haven’t you realize that yet?”
“I have.” Smiling, she kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me close. “I love you so much, Colin Wilder.”
“I love you too, Jennifer Lynn Cade.” I slip my hand up, curving my fingers around her neck, lightly tracing the butterfly tattoo that I’ve touched hundreds of times before. A shiver moves through her and I smile.
Her smile grows. “Remember that time you woke me up and called me sweet cheeks?”
“Hell yeah.” My voice goes soft and my body goes hard as I nuzzle the side of her face. “You do have a pretty sweet pair of cheeks, you know.”
“So do you,” she whispers. “Maybe you should go settle those sweet cheeks of yours on the desk so we can fool around on top of it.”
I raise my brows. “Fool around, you say?” That sounds promising.
Of course, anytime I can be with her, na**d and alone, is promising. The more we’re together, the better it gets. Something I believed wasn’t possible.
Slowly she nods. “Yeah. Though, hmm.” Pulling out of my embrace, she turns and studies the desk, tapping her pursed lips with her index finger. I let my greedy gaze roam the length of her, taking in the crisp white shirt, the sexy-as-hell black skirt that fits her body like a glove. Just looking at her makes me break out in a sweat.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, sweet cheeks?” I ask her, my voice gruff, my body tight.
She glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes sultry and full of want. “If you’re thinking of bending me over the desk and testing its strength, then yes. I’m most definitely thinking what you’re thinking.”
Damn, she’s a mind reader. “Then let’s go test it out, baby.” Cupping her ass with both of my hands, I press against her and guide her toward the desk, where I proceed to strip her and spread her out like my own personal feast.
Making her mine.
Forever.