Chapter Twenty
Logan
I’m usually at my desk by this hour, watching the sun come up.
But not today.
Today I’m watching the same sun dance across Chrissy’s face, her naked chest as she clings to me in her sleep.
If today could even be just half as magical as yesterday, I tell myself, knowing full well that every day is going to be magic from now on, as long as I have her by my side.
I can’t feel my arm but I don’t care. Having her so close for so long is the only feeling worth having.
My jaw aches a little, and there’s that pleasant ache all over from everything we did last night, yesterday… on my desk.
The faintest memory of it all sets my dick pounding again, and I watch her open her eyes slowly after mewing some. Pressing herself back into my growing heat.
“Good morning,” she coos and I kiss her, turning her over, ready to give her something to make her morning extra good.
But before I can have my way with her, she calls time out and pecks my cheek as I remind myself.
“A few minutes of what a girls gotta do?” I ask, and she smiles, nodding with a cocked brow.
I roll onto my back and flex my arm some while she finds her way to the bathroom. The usually quiet morning is interrupted by other sounds though, from outside.
The phones all start ringing, there’s a definite pounding on my office door like someone’s trying to knock it down.
I call out to Chrissy, telling her to take her time, and slipping a robe on I make my way to my office and then the door, vowing to fire whoever the hell it is who thinks they can just-
FBI? Oh, okay then… followed by Chrissy’s dad and the head of security from the building and about a half dozen other people carrying briefcases and envelopes I can just tell contain a lot of ‘yes, we fucking can.’
I take a seat at my desk, watching them fill up my usually vast office space, cocking my head and relieved when I hear the faint sound of Chrissy humming off in the shower.
“Make this brief,” is all I have to say, ignoring my flashing switchboard and dialing up some breakfast for Chrissy and me.
Her new outfits arrive just as I’m dialing, and I signal for them to be put where I can reach them.
I’m used to multi-tasking, but the FBI guy wants the floor, which I refuse to give up.
“I’m listening,” I remind him with a glance, bored already, and becoming increasingly annoyed at this interruption.
“First of all, Mr. Parker, you’re not in any trouble,” he starts to say.
“Then get out. Foster, you stay along with legal and security, but if you’re not here to arrest me then fuck off. FBI… search whatever you want but get the fuck out of my office and close the door you nearly cracked gently on your way out.”
He stands there. His mouth opens, and I ask the only one I recognize from legal, “Does he have to be in here?”
Legal shakes his head. “It’s more of a courtesy thing, Mr. Parker, but no… they don’t have to be in here.”
More silence
There’s finally some throats clearing, someone even snickers a little laugh, but my word, as usual, is final, and in a few more seconds I’m left alone with a lawyer, Chrissy’s dad, and the head of security.
“Speak,” I tell Chrissy’s dad, not letting up my annoyance just for his sake.
I’m missing out on his daughter in the shower for this crap.
“Long story short? The feds have been watching Mike Collins and my PR predecessor for a while… after yesterday they… the board, all called a secret meeting and a half-hour later most were trying to leave the country.”
“The whole board?” I ask, hardly believing what I’m hearing.
“Except for you,” somebody chimes in.
Foster nods and looks at his feet, the lawyer starts to say something, but I find myself actually starting to laugh as I check the time, listening out for Chrissy again.
“Well! I’m not totally surprised, but am a little I guess. Take a seat in the boardroom, gentlemen. I need to get changed, there’ll be some breakfast up here in a few minutes; some of you look like you could use it.”
I stand up, ushering them out to the hall, and watch as they file to the boardroom across the way.
I shake my head, still smiling when most CEO’s might be looking for an open window to hurl themselves out of.
Me?
I’ve got Chrissy and I still have the majority share of the company, so if everyone who was out to rip me off is busted, then it’s the perfect excuse to start everything over.
From scratch.
Chrissy’s just coming out of the shower as I get dressed, deciding smart casual is okay for today, no board to dress up for now.
I keep my jacket though and clench my jaw as I see her coming out in nothing but a towel.
“Board meeting in two minutes,” I tell her in mock seriousness. “New clothes on the bed,” I tell her, jutting my chin towards just a few items of her new wardrobe.
“I thought I heard voices,” she muses, “My dad?” she asks, and I nod, looking as serious as I can.
“Two minutes,” I clip and turn on my heel, only because if I don’t leave the room I never will, seeing her so fresh and still wet from the shower is almost unbearable if I can’t have her on the spot.
I can feel her hurt, but I also hear her gasping as she discovers her new outfits.
Two minutes, she’ll be an hour. I smile to myself, heading over to the board room and breathing in deep the smell of fresh roasted coffee and croissants as the food arrives.
There are some surprised faces, tired faces but I can’t stop smiling for some reason, and the thought of not knowing what outfit Chrissy will wear has me needing to sit
