Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [91]
“Are you out of your mind? I can’t believe you planned to go out for lunch by yourself.”
“It was to the restaurant on the corner to grab a burger,” she said defensively.
“I don’t care if it was to go outside on the sidewalk to buy a bag of peanuts. I bring you here every morning and you are to stay put until I come back and pick you up,” he said, raising his voice.
That got her dander up. “I’ve told you before, Blade. You are not my daddy.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Then maybe I should call Mr. Di Meglio and let him know just how difficult his daughter is being about staying alive.”
She glared at him. She still hadn’t told her parents anything. “You wouldn’t dare.”
His smile formed slowly and didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Try me, sweetheart.”
She continued to glare at him. He would call her parents—she had no doubt of that. Already she knew they were getting suspicious, but she wasn’t sure of what. When she had talked to them last week they had mentioned possibly coming to see her. Fortunately, she had managed to talk them out of it, telling them she was working on a very important court case. Since they were both attorneys, they understood and had relented. However, they’d informed her that they would be calling her again this week. She dreaded their calls because it meant she would have to lie to them again.
“I want your word, Sam, that you won’t be trying something like that again.”
She lifted her chin. “You might want my word, but you won’t get it. I feel like I’m a prisoner at work and in my home. I want to go out and eat at a restaurant without having to look over my shoulder. I need to get my nails done this week and go to the spa.”
“And I told you that I would take you wherever you needed to go.”
“But I don’t want you to feel obligated to take me places and be my bodyguard. You have your own work to do.”
“And I’m doing it. I met with my surveyors today. Everything with the Mosley project is on schedule and we’ll hand Luke the keys to the rodeo school on Friday.”
She let out a long, frustrated sigh. She had to get him to understand. “Blade, I want to take my car and just drive. I want to feel my hair blowing in the wind without fear that someone’s trying to kill me.”
“And that time will come, Sam. In fact, I got a call from Alex earlier today, and he’s flying into town tomorrow. He has information he wants to share with you.”
Blade could tell by the expression on her face that she needed to hear that.
“Really? Do you think that he—”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s just wait to see what he has to say.” He dropped his hands to his side. “Are you ready to leave?”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s what I said,” she told him as she moved from behind her desk, walked over to the window and closed the blinds. Then she glanced over her shoulder. “Lock the door, Blade.”
Blade wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring at her before he finally reached behind him to lock the door. It was probably when she began stripping off her clothes. He took a deep breath as he watched her, and in no time at all, she had stripped down to nothing more than a pair of black lace panties.
“Is there a reason you’re taking off your clothes in here?” he asked, although he was now following her lead and removing his.
“Yes, there is one fantasy I have that we haven’t played out yet.”
He glanced over at her as he unzipped his pants. “And what fantasy is that?”
“Being taken on my desk. Think you can handle it?”
Blade couldn’t help but smile. Hell, at times he wondered if he could handle her. When they arrived in Houston, she had declared that it was fantasy week, and each night one of them would act out their wildest sexual fantasies. Some had been real doozies. They had even made out again in a car—the backseat this time—although it was parked in Blade’s garage. It hadn’t mattered. He had taken her in the car, against the