Page 51 of Texting My Secret CEO
“It’s me,” I say, heart thundering. It feels like years since I last saw her.
“Can you give me five?”
“Take five years if you need it.”
She laughs, then the line goes quiet. I return to the limo, safe behind the tinted windows. When my cell phone rings, I answer it without looking, certain it will be Dakota.
“Hey,” I say, happy. Working so much, then leaving relatively early has me feeling like a kid skipping school.
“Sir?”
It’s Elena.
“Oh, hello, Elena.”
“I wanted to say, I hope I didn’t overstep earlier. I’m going through some personal issues, and, of course, I was disappointed about the promotion. But I’m determined to do everything I can to be the best version of me I can be.”
Her voice falters near the end. Is she drunk? She sounds extremely emotional, at the very least. And who can blame her? She worked hard on the Cove.
“I meant what I said,” I tell her. “I’m not going to forget what I owe you.”
“But we can’t agree on a timeline,” she says quietly.
“Not yet, I’m afraid, but I swear, I’ll make this right.” She sighs. I wait for her to speak. “Anything else, Elena?”
“No, thank you, sir.”
The grumpy version of me probably would’ve snapped,“Don’t call unless you have a pressing matter.”But sitting outside Dakota’s apartment, I just don’t have that in me.
“Have a good evening,” I tell her.
I end the conversation, then wait impatiently for Dakota. When a small knock comes at the limo door, I jump over and push it open. She laughs adorably as I pull her inside.
“This is all a little much,” she murmurs, looking devastatingly beautiful in her jeans, an Empire’s Fall T-shirt, and subtle makeup.
“Is it?” I groan, pulling her in for a kiss.
I’m relieved when she wraps her arms around me and pulls herself close. She makes that breathy sound I remember so well from the event. Like pressure being let out. Like we can both finally breathe now we’re together.
“Calm down, goblin,” she teases, leaning back, cheeks flushed.
“I’ll try,” I groan, my cock aching already. But I don’t want a repeat of last time. She’s not a booty call. “Are you excited?”
She adjusts her clothes. “Am I underdressed?”
“You look perfect.”
“I thought about dressing up, but…” She trails off.
I take her hand. “Go on.”
“Honestly? I just wasn’t in the mood.”
I grin. “Nothing wrong with that, beautiful.”
When I pull her in for an embrace, she leans against me, a dreamy smile on her face. I gently tap the front of the limo, and the driver pulls away.
“It’s too easy,” she murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief.
