#Chapter 134
Warren
The night gets dark and quiet by the time I drive us to my penthouse. The air gets thick with anticipation when we enter the lobby and steer towards the living room.
Tension travels to the nerves of my fingers. Clench. Unclench. The movement does nothing to ease the tremors.
/"Sit here./" I gesture at the couch as I turn to leave for the kitchen.
/"I don't take orders from anyone./" Heels click behind me and soon she appears beside me as I pour some pasta in a container to boil.
/"You sure do when you have to come./" I smirk to hide the growing smile.
/"It's in the spur of the moment./" Evelyn folds her arms over her chest that makes her breasts push up forward.
Dinner can wait.
Like a predator I slowly stride to her and put my hands on either side of her waist. Dipping my head I place a soft kiss to her neck and then trace the path till I've reached her heaving cleavage.
