Found in You(40)

“What you’re wearing is perfect.”

“How do you know what I’m wearing?” I looked around, half-surprised when I didn’t see him standing in the office doorway. “Do you have security cameras in the club or something?” I wouldn’t put it past him. I shivered, realizing what else cameras might have recorded. Like my meeting with Paul.

“Of course I have cameras. But I don’t monitor their feed. Jordan told me what you were wearing.”

“Ah, yes, Jordan.” This was the second time my actions had been given away by him. If Hudson had spoken to my driver today, had he learned that Celia had been inquiring after me? How much did Hudson rely on Jordan to fill him in?

I tensed, the stress of carrying my secrets beginning to wear on me and raising my level of paranoia. “Tell me—is Jordan more than just my driver?”

“You didn’t want a bodyguard. I had to compromise.”

Hudson’s matter-of-factness was almost as unnerving as what he was admitting. “So Jordan spies on me for you?”

“Spy is not an accurate description of what he does. He drives you places, makes sure you’re safe, and reports back to me.”

For a moment I considered arguing about the arrangement. But after I let the idea settle, I realized it wasn’t so bad to be cared for by an overly cautious boyfriend.

I exhaled, letting my anxiety go.

“I heard that sigh. Tell me what bothers you about this?”

“Nothing, really. Only I wouldn’t have come on to Jordan so unmistakably if I’d known he was reporting back to you.” It was an obvious joke, considering Jordan was hired to drive me because he was gay.

“We both know that didn’t happen,” he scolded. “That’s twice you’ve tried to rile me. What exactly is your motive?”

“No motive. It’s just fun to hear you get all possessive alpha male.”

“If you want possessive alpha male, I can certainly comply.”

I smiled, leaning back into my seat. “I want you to be you. Which is already really possessive alpha male, but if there’s more of that you’re keeping from me, bring it on.”

“I changed my mind. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.”

“Okay. Extra stop planned?”

“No. I need time to f*ck you on the way over in the limo without worrying about being rushed.”

I was glad I was already seated. Otherwise, I may have hit the floor. “You need to mark your territory?”

“I need to be inside you. Otherwise, I’ll be uncomfortably hard and unable to concentrate on business.”

I closed my eyes and let my mind fill with his dirty plans. “Then I shall be waiting at five-thirty.”

“Be ready for me.”

“I will be.” I had an appointment with another event planner, but it was scheduled for four. Plenty of time. “I should be done with my appointments by five.”

“When I said ready, I meant that I want you wet.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” It never was where Hudson was concerned, especially when he exerted his alpha male persona. “But maybe you can send me some dirty texts on your way to help heighten the mood.”

“I’m sure that could be arranged.”

“Awesome.”

It was ten minutes before Hudson was supposed to arrive when he sent his first text, and honestly, by that time I’d forgotten to expect it. So when my phone buzzed that I’d received it, I read it without preparing myself. Which was a mistake.