She’s changed the subject. There’s more to why she wants to be so independent, but I’m not sure how to ask her.
“I’ll happily buy you any lunch you’d like. What sounds good?”
“How about a burger?”
“That’s easy. There’s a spot around the corner.” We walk in, order at the cash register, and take a number. When it’s ready, they’ll deliver our meals to our table.
“What did you order?” I ask.
“I ordered a cheeseburger Hawaiian style—it has a ring of pineapple, a slice of SPAM, and teriyaki sauce.”
“You know that sounds disgusting.” I grimace.
She shrugs. “It may be. I’ll try anything once. What did you get?”
I grin. “Same as usual.”
“You’re in Hawaii, and you ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings, bacon, and barbecue sauce?”
“You forgot the extra-large fries.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“I’m counting on you sharing those.” She bites her lip, and it drives me crazy. I lean down and kiss her.
“For you, anything.” I realize I genuinely mean that. I want to give Corrine everything she could ever want, everything I have. Wow. That’s huge.
It scares me that I’m thinking like this, but I realize I want more from her than a casual weekend in Hawaii. That’s more than I’ve wanted from anyone in a long time.
“I have some work to get done this afternoon,” I tell her. “You up for some pool time?”
“I have some work I should be doing, too.”
“It’s Friday,” I remind her, just in case she forgot.
“And I’ll bet the emails haven’t stopped coming. Plus, tomorrow I may have to squeeze a few things in.”
I cringe. I don’t pay her enough to work weekends. She lives in a fucking closet. How could I have been so blind to this?
Our meals arrive. A thick, juicy burger with all the trimmings is placed before me, and I jump in without paying attention. The mixture of barbecue sauce and all the fixings is perfect. It’s one of the better burgers I’ve had.
After about three bites, I’m finally satiated enough that I can look at her. I watch her take small bites. I know her well enough to see she doesn’t like what she ordered.
“Not good?”
She shrugs. “Mayo and teriyaki sauce is interesting. The SPAM and pineapple are different.” Her brows crease and her lips purse. “It’s…just…a lot of flavors.”
I sit back in my chair and laugh so hard people turn to stare. “Please go order a regular cheeseburger. It’s great that you wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it, you shouldn’t struggle with it.”
“Maybe if I take it apart,” she offers.
I love that she’s willing to stick with it, but I can’t make her do it. I get up and go to the counter to order her a basic cheeseburger.
“You didn’t have to do that.” She smiles as she reaches for my plate. “I can survive on fries.”
“Not with what I have planned for you,” I warn.
She looks away as her new burger is delivered, and a blush crosses her chest.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass you,” I say in a low voice.
“No, not at all.” She paints a smile on her face. Something’s bothering her. I don’t think I did anything, but there’s always a possibility.
When we return to the estate, she grabs her Kindle and puts on the bikini Tiffany gave her. Damn, she looks sexy. The little triangles just cover the front of her breasts, and the bottoms are so low that they barely cover anything. I know I said I needed to work, but my cock has other ideas. I wonder if she’s reading something super naughty? The thought makes my imagination go wild.
I need to focus, but watching her walk in that tiny bit of fabric is distracting. I mean, the top is essentially just eyepatches.
Focus.
I need to make a few calls.
As she strides across the pool deck, her grace reminds me of a dancer. She sits under the open gazebo, and I watch her put sunscreen on. When she massages it into her chest, it’s like watching her play with her breasts, and my boner struggles to remain contained.
This woman has no idea what she does to me.
I check in with my developers and watch Corrine sunbathe. Then I look around and there are two groundskeepers and a houseman standing by watching. What. The. Fuck?
“Sounds like you’re making progress, Lou. I’ll continue to check in. Enjoy your weekend.” I hang up and walk over to Corrine, giving all three men a do-not-fuck-with-me look. They immediately disappear.
She looks up from her book and smiles. “Are you getting everything done that you need to?”
“You’re a bit distracting.”
She picks up her cover and puts it on. “Sorry.”
“I don’t want you to feel bad, and you don’t need to cover up. But, because I’m watching you and not getting enough done, you can make it up to me tonight.”
“I’m sure you can think of an adequate punishment for me.” She bites her lip and grins.
“Woman, you’re going to kill me yet,” I growl.
“Not until I get a casting of your dick.” She grins, teasing.
“What would you do with a casting exactly?”
“I’d never need another man ever if I had that.”
My phone rings. “We’ll continue this when I tie you up later for your disobedience.”
She licks her lips. “I can’t wait.”
God, this woman is turning me into a horny teenager. I can’t remember the last time I behaved like this.
I reluctantly answer the phone and walk inside. “Jackson Graham.”
“Jackson, this is Kala Simpson. I’ve been able to set an appointment for you tomorrow with Governor Alex Chow for dinner at seven on Oahu.”
“Thank you. I’ll be there.”
I hang up and notify Brian and Ben of my plans. I let
