“I’ll get started on the shakes,” I hear him say before I shut the bathroom door very loudly for dramatic effect. I’ll be cast out of the Riddell clan if they knew that I shared the recipe. It’s the only rule we have: do not tell or share why we Riddell are able to drink the way we do. We should really sell the formula–
“Are you in a better mood now?” Patrick asks through the door.
“Paddy you’re not coming in. I need to get ready; I have an appointment with my lawyer and Lucia in less than three hours.” I start running the shower completely aware that I didn’t lock the door.
So cheeky Paddy opens it, “Three hours… I promise to send you off in time.” I hate the fact that I cannot resist him. To Hell with those Grant men and their smugness. “Do we really have to go through the same scenario every day Deeny?” He gave me a nickname; no man has done that since Papa. “I’m not moving my flight this time. I’ll be on my way back to London tonight–”
“–Please you’ve been saying that for the past week,” I say back and slide open my shower to let him in. I will not be dumb struck by his body…I will not blush… I’m Nooradine Mpobo and I don’t blush. I’ve dating dancers since I was a teenager, these men are all about how ripped they are. “I need to cut back on the drinking,” I mumble handing him the soap so he can sponge my back.
“Um,” Patrick absently says. He’s really concentrating on getting my back a good clean. We both know that I won’t do such a thing, I’m just saying it. Like you say that you’ll start eating fewer carbs or take on reading autobiographies by politicians.
“I’m serious… no drinking tonight, just tea,” I tell him and turn around. I feel like I’m harbouring a sexy fugitive. Patrick barely leaves my condo and no one knows he’s here. No one knows…It’s so very exciting!
“Right. I won’t be here to change your mind. My alcoholic tendencies and I will be on a plane by the time you get back.” He leans and kisses my neck and just stays there for what seems like an eternity. By the time he finishes, I’m holding on to the shower doors. “I’m just taking in as much of you as I can,” he whispers taking my lips this time. Hell with those Grant men and their smugness…
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…When Lucia Mpobo-Riddell met Marcus Grant they instantly clicked. Like Fate intervened. Lucia soon discovered that it was Betrayal instead. But now whether they liked it or not they had to work together. But maybe things could still work out between them… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!