The Wrong Right Man(36)

“Sunday?” My heart sinks as I start to feel overwhelmed with disappointment.

“Sorry, baby, I had no idea this trip was even going to happen, but now that I’m here, I’m fitting in a few things I needed to take care of anyway.”

“I guess it’s part of the job, right?”

“Unfortunately,” he agrees with a tired sigh. “I was planning on taking you to dinner this weekend.”

I can’t help but smile. “Were you planning on asking me to dinner or just telling me that we were going to dinner?” My phone lights up, so I click on the green button. A moment later, I see his gorgeous face.

“Did you have plans with someone else this weekend?” he asks as I pick up my phone so he can better see me.

“I actually had plans with my very attractive sugar daddy, but he had to run out of town on business,” I say, and his lips curve up into a smile.

“Sorry you had to miss out on that.”

“Me too, especially since he feeds me and allows me to drink very expensive wine.”

“He sounds like a keeper.”

I shrug, unsure he can see it. “I don’t know. He’s also overbearing and is always doing things to get his way that I don’t always appreciate.”

“Maybe he does those things to make sure you’re safe. Sometimes us men want to protect the things that are most important to us.”

“Maybe,” I agree. “Then again, he might just be crazy, since we hardly know each other.”

“I think you might be the thing making him crazy. He doesn’t know what to do. You’re the one thing in his life he can’t fully control, and it’s driving him mad.”

“I think he’s making himself insane,” I grumble.

He chuckles. “So what are your plans for this week, now that you won’t be doing me?”

I laugh then lie down on my bed, holding him up over my face. “I’m going to Jamie’s show on Friday, and Samantha is going to come with me.”

“Samantha?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s one of your employees.”

“Sweetheart, I have a lot of employees. I don’t know all of them by name.”

“You should. They are all a part of your company. I watched a show once, and this CEO sends each and every one of his employees a handwritten card every year on their birthday.”

“You want me to send each of my employees a birthday card?”

“It would be nice, and maybe give them a gift too,” I say then frown. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re adorable.”

“I wasn’t trying to be adorable. I was trying to help you be a better boss.”

“Most of my employees live in my building for free, have access to a gym and a swimming pool, and not to mention get great health and retirement benefits. I think I’m an okay boss.”

Darn, he has a point. “Whatever.”

His lips quirk. “It’s okay to say I’m right.”

“I still think a birthday card would be nice,” I reply, refusing to give in, and he laughs, the sound making me strangely happy.

“So, you and Samantha are going to your brother’s show. Any other plans this week?”

My stomach fills with worry. I don’t know how that watch works or if he is still digitally attached to me, but if he is, he might know about me meeting up with Troy. Even though I have nothing to feel guilty about, guilt still fills the pit of my stomach along with a hefty dose of irritation.

“Are you still digitally stalking me?” I blurt.

His brows pull together. “Pardon? Digitally stalking you?”

“Are you connected to all my personal stuff with your watch—you know, my e-mail and texts and stuff?” When he doesn’t answer right away but gets an almost panicked look in his eyes, I know he is. I also know he already knows about me meeting up with Troy and is fishing to see if I will tell him about it. “Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m not stalking you.” His voice is placating, which only serves to piss me off even more.

“Do you know I’m meeting Troy tomorrow?” I ask, and his jaw tics, giving me my answer. “You know.”

“I know,” he confirms.

“Do you understand how violated that makes me feel?”

“Dakota—”

“No, Braxton, you need to get this, really get this. Unless I tell you something, it’s none of your business.”

“You’re my business.”

“Bye, Braxton.” My thumb hovers over the red button on the screen.

“Do not hang up on me, Dakota,” he growls, sending a chill down my spine.

“Or what?” I see the wheels in his head spinning. He’s on the other side of the country, literally. He can’t just barge in, and even if he got on a plane, it would be hours before he was back here.

“Dakota, don’t play games with me.”

“Braxton, the only one playing games is you.” I hang up and drop my phone to my side, and when it rings a second later, I turn it off. He has another think coming if he believes he can just go through my e-mails and texts without me having a reaction. Who the hell does that?

“A crazy man,” I whisper, thinking I might be a little crazy myself, because even though I’m mad, I’m not as mad as I probably should be.