Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(115)

“Princess, the only person I want latched on to me is you.”

Well, who was I to protest?





Chapter

Thirty-Five





We’d been back in London for almost a week. Work was almost done for the day, so I started packing up until my task was halted by my smartphone ringing. It was a number I didn’t recognise, so I answered wearily.

“Hello?”

“Evey, it’s Clinton. I hope you don’t mind me calling like this.” Clinton?

“Oh, um. Hi. No, I don’t mind. Is everything okay?”

“Of course. The thing is, I came to London late last night, and as I have no plans today, I thought we could catch up. Have dinner?” Dinner? Bloody hell it was getting even more bizarre.

“Dinner? Me and you?”

His laugh was small, as if to reassure me. “Why not?”

I couldn’t go to lunch with him alone. Parks would kill us both. He hated his father, and he wanted me a good thousand miles away from him. If more.

“Um.” Biting on my pen lid and ignoring the scowl I was getting from Clarke I quickly gave an alternative. “Why don’t you come to our apartment for dinner?” Shit. Immediately I regretted what I’d asked. But then I thought if I could get father and son together, they could somehow reconcile.

“Your apartment? Tonight?” He was thinking about it, but his tone told me he was already set on saying yes. “Sounds good to me. What time shall we say?”


I tilted my head to the side as I tried to work out what time I should invite him. He had to give me time to talk Parks around, which already seemed a mission impossible.

“Seven?”

“Perfect. See you then.” And he hung up. The monumental sag my body produced gave Clarke ammunition to question me.

“Everything all right?”

“God, I hope so.”

Five thirty was the very time of day I couldn’t wait for. It was the time of day I got to reconnect with the love of my life. That day I was hopeful for a cheery Parks. All week he’d been acting offish. Absent. Knowing I wasn’t the reason for his mood was reassuring, but not knowing what else it could have been was disturbing. I did have an inkling, though. He was having secret conversations with his mother about finding a woman. The same conversation they had when I was eavesdropping at Harriet’s mansion. Who were they trying to find?

The lift got to the top floor, and the glass was misted over. I nodded to Joanna as I passed and let myself in. Arresting green eyes clamped on my body immediately as I entered, and I got hit with the bewitching image of my lover, his dark, rumpled hair showing signs of a stressful day. His tight muscles were covered in a dark blue suit and white shirt but no tie. A shadow of dark stubble across his beautifully defined jaw made him look edible. But it was a sign of too much on his mind. Parks rarely went without shaving, thinking it made him look unappealing.

Like hell did it.

“Hey.” I smiled, crossing my ankle over the other as I stood before him, my insides aching and needing.

His gaze roamed to my heels and up my legs that were covered from the knee up in a black leather pencil skirt. Then they came onto my white blouse I’d unbuttoned a little while I was in the lift. It gave only him a glimpse of the black lace bra I was hiding underneath.

“Princess.” His sigh was unsettled. “Come here.” Pushing out from under his desk, he made room for me to take a seat on his lap. I dropped my bag from my shoulder and gladly plonked myself onto him, snaking my arms around his neck.

“You okay?” I was hoping he didn’t already know about his father coming for dinner. I thought I would make it a surprise. I was crazy.

Instead of answering me, he kissed me. Deeply. His tongue dipping in and diving around. His hands pulling across my blouse and cupping my breasts as he moaned against my lips.

“No,” he admitted, pulling my breast from its cup and lashing my nipple with his tongue.

“Why?” I gripped his hair, dishevelling it even more.

“Because I have an urgent meeting I have no choice but to get to.”

“Here?” I caught my bottom lip with my teeth.

“In my other building a couple of blocks down. Do you mind?” He brushed the pad of his thumb across my nipple, taking my mouth with his again.

“Yes,” I admitted against his lips and shifted so I could reach his delicious hardness with my palm. Of course I minded. Selfishly, I wanted him all to myself, but I knew I had to share him with hundreds of businessmen and women. Well, only in the time sense.

“Thought so.” He lifted me, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me over to the sofa that was in his office. There he sat me down, bent in front of me, and knelt between my open legs. He ripped up my skirt so it was over my arse and pulled aside my knickers.

Joanna’s voice came over the speaker, making me jump. “Mr. Parks, your car is waiting outside, sir.”

“Shit,” Parks groaned, pulled my knickers back into place, and helped me to my feet. “You’re flushed.” He tugged down my skirt and placed a stray lock behind my ear.

“And I need you. Please come home.”

He ignored me coldly and gathered his belongings. “Cleaver is waiting. I’ll see you tonight.”

My frown was deep when I tried to push all my hair back into place. “You’re going to be all night?” Shit, what was I going to say to Clinton?