Fastening the navy blue tie around my neck, I then adjust the collar of my white button down into place before turning and grabbing my suit jacket. Yawning as though I haven’t slept in weeks, I make my way downstairs and find Sirena with her feet up on the sofa and a paperback book in her hands. When she sees me her face lights up with joy causing my heart to flutter wildly in my chest. She’s so beautiful that I still have to pinch myself, to prove that she’s really here.

She lays the book face down on her belly but then changes her mind and once it’s on the coffee table, she holds out her hands. “Will you help me up, please?”

“Of course.” I place my jacket on the chair by the front door where my briefcase awaits, and move to assist her. “Here,” I tug her to her feet, “aren’t you supposed to stay put?” I raise a brow.

“I promise to stay on the sofa for the rest of the day, but I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you leave so that means being in the kitchen with you . . . besides, I adore your kitchen.” One of her hands goes to her stomach and the other stays entwined with mine.

“I can’t stay for long. I have a meeting at the new hotel.” I lead her into the kitchen and once she’s settled at the kitchen table, I place a cup of decaffeinated coffee in front of her. “There are some last minute changes that I need to go over with my staff otherwise I’d be spending the day here with you.”

“You must be so busy with everything, and yet you took time off to help me,” Sirena mentions.

While making up some scrambled eggs and toast, I think about how to answer her. She knows that I’m attracted to her but what she doesn’t know is just how much I want her to be at home inside these walls. She doesn’t know that I’m hoping she doesn’t want to leave. But I can’t tell her all that otherwise she’ll think I’m crazy. I probably am but now she’s here with me, I’m not going to argue with myself over something that I want so badly.

Smiling, I sit next to her and after I’ve shared the food out between us, I brush my knuckles over her cheek before I cup one side of her face, stroking her cheekbone softly. “I’m never going to be too busy to help you when you need me.” I brush my thumb over her red lips. “No matter where I am, or what I’m doing, I want you to promise that you’ll always call me if you need me.”

Her fingers wrap around my wrist. “You are a busy man, Garrett. I’d hate to drag you away from something that’s important.”

Now I cup the back of her head and rest my forehead against hers. “You’re important, Sirena.” I hold her gaze and slowly pull away while she lets it sink in just how important I think she is. “You’ll upset me if you don’t, okay?”

Her hand slips around my neck and I meet her halfway. The first kiss of the day is to be savored and that’s what I do. The lingering taste of coffee on her tongue excites me and it takes a great deal of effort to not drag her into my arms and carry her to my bed.

Reluctantly pulling away, I notice the dreamy look on her beautiful face and feel satisfied that I’m the reason she’s so dazed. But I can’t resist her and quickly place one last kiss to her swollen lips.

“Wow,” she mumbles, her fingers going to her lips, “I felt that kiss in more places than I think I should have.” Her cheeks flush to a delightful shade of pink.

I still and then a huge grin spreads across my face as her words sink in. “That’s good to know.” Clearing my throat, I add, “Let’s eat before the eggs get cold.”

Before picking up her fork, Sirena says, “I promise to call you if I really need to.”

“And maybe text me during the day to let me know how you’re doing.” I grin.

She laughs and shakes her head. “I will.” She takes a few bites of food. “This is nice.” Her smile turns wistful as she expands on her comment, “Sitting with a handsome man who makes my heart pound while eating a breakfast that he cooked for us.” She looks at her breakfast. “I’m experiencing a lot of firsts with you.”

I tilt her chin up with my finger. “So am I, my beautiful woman.”

Her happiness is catching and my heart feels lighter than it has done in years.

Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her cheek and then scoop some egg onto her fork and offer it to her. Sirena holds my gaze while her mouth closes around the food and with that image in my head all my blood runs south.

Her eyes fill with amusement as she sits back in the chair, but then her eyes close and she moans.

My whole body freezes at the arousing sound while my hand shoots to press against my throbbing cock, praying for strength.

When her eyes open they’re darkened with arousal and her breathing has become as heavy as mine, and I want nothing more than to have her sitting naked on my lap—or more importantly on my dick. I want to feel her wetness surrounding me as I give her more pleasure than she’s ever experienced before . . . at that last thought, I jump up from the table and clear my throat.

“I better leave before I can’t.”

Her eyes travel to my hand, which currently hides the sight of my erection from her gaze. “I think that needs taking care of before you go anywhere.”

Groaning, I shove my hands into my slacks and straighten my aching flesh, using my belt to keep it against my body. “I’ll be fine.” I kiss her on the top of her head. “I hope.”

She dips her head. “I want you.” Her gaze meets mine. “I want you so much that I ache.”

Her eyes swim with tears so I quickly lean down and kiss them away. “I think we both know how much I want you.” I smile. “I missed holding you last night.”

“I couldn’t settle because your arms weren’t around me,” she admits.

“Then why don’t we see how it feels sharing my room,” I suggest with my heart in my throat.

Her eyes search mine and seeing what she needs, she says, “You really don’t mind me sharing your room?”

I shake my head.

“Good, because that’s where I want to be.” She grins brightly.

“That’s where you belong, babe.” I slide one arm under her legs and the other around her back and carry her into the living room, settling her on the sofa. “I don’t want to leave but I have to, so please make this your home, okay?”

“I already feel at home.” She smiles shyly.

“Then that makes me even happier.” I kiss her nose and dash back into the kitchen to tidy everything away.

My body is still on edge with arousal and knowing that she’s going to be in my bed tonight makes it worse. But first I need to get the dishes taken care of and while I’m at it, I make her a sandwich, which will keep in the fridge until lunchtime.

Smiling to myself for thinking of everything—I hope—I dash back into the living room while fastening the cufflinks onto my sleeves. I pull my suit jacket on and straightening myself out finally look at Sirena.

She holds a hand out to me, which I take and kissing her knuckles, I say, “I have to go, but please message me throughout the day so I know you’re okay, and take it easy.” I kiss her cheek. “I’ve made you lunch which is under cellophane in the fridge.” I kiss her again and groan. “I really do need to leave.”

She laughs. “Go. I promise that I’ll be fine, and I promise to message, call . . . and that I’ll be here when you come home.”

Sighing with relief, I realize that’s what I was afraid of—that she’d disappear while I was gone. “Right.” I grab my briefcase from the front door and with one glance at Sirena, head toward my car wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

Wanting to constantly have her with me needs to stop because I’m not a possessive person, or at least I’m not usually.

Pulling out of the drive, I glance at the house through my rearview mirror and the grin that spreads across my face would make my assistant think I’ve totally lost my mind.