Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

“Patrick will be here all next week. As soon as you have something, notify us immediately.”

“Will do.” Theo takes a drink.

Patrick is also key as our lawyer, but I’m not sure how much I trust him right now.

Madison

“You’re riding in our car, tiger.”

Little sparks float through me at the roughness of Blake’s voice. It’s time for lunch with Coop’s honey trap. It has to look like a legit lunch with a client. I gather my purse from my desk. Wait. I open the drawer again. I could have sworn I had a sweater in this drawer. Now it’s empty.

Setting my purse on my desk, I open all my drawers. Maybe I just forgot which drawer I put it in, or maybe I wore it back to the apartment. I didn’t think I was in that much of a daze. But after yesterday with the stalker and today with that weird announcement, I’m just off.

“You lose something?” Blake asks.

I blow out my breath and close the last drawer. “Maybe. I don’t know anymore.”

I’m so fucking tired of this cat and mouse game. I’m not sure if it’s even possible to win. But losing means coming face-to-face with the stalker. I don’t want that to happen either.

“We’ll get through this.”

My gaze lifts to his green eyes. It hurts to stand here and not step into his arms. To feel him holding me, protecting me. Every instinct tells me to just let it go and be with him, but this could blow up if we don’t deal with his trust issues. A Band-Aid won’t fix this.

“Have you heard anything from the police about the phone Valerie had?” I grab my purse and head to the elevator with Blake. Noah and Coop step out of their offices. Their voices are low as they speak to each other.

“No.” Blake rakes a hand through his dark hair. “It’s in the queue but it’s not high priority. I’m sure they’ll get to it soon.”

He presses the button for the elevator and the others join us. I glance back at Seth’s closed door.

“Is Seth coming?” I ask.

“He said he’d meet us at the restaurant. Call came in last minute.” Blake rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh.” Well, fuck. That means Blake and I will be alone in the car. A little nervous trill hums through me.

The elevator doors open and Blake waits for me to step on. Noah and Coop follow him.

“Did the announcement get taken down?” I need to focus on something, not Blake.

Coop nods. “Grant is looking into who posted it.”

“It’s not like you have a long list of women who might want to get back at you.” Noah strokes his finger over his lips to hide his smile.

“It seems a little lowbrow for Leighton.” Blake leans back against the wall of the elevator car. “I bet your mother loved that article though.”

“I had to hear about it for an hour. Both her and my father.” Coop rubs his temple. Does he have a headache? I take a step toward him. “Pretty sure we’re just going to have to pop out grandkids as quickly as possible, sweetheart, to appease them.”

Excuse me? My mouth drops open. He gives me a wicked look. Oh, hell no. My mouth snaps shut and I cross my arms.

“I’m only twenty-two. There will be no popping out anything for a long time.” I arch an eyebrow at him. I’m not a breeding factory.

Coop closes in on me, towering over me as I retreat until my back presses against the elevator wall. His hands go to either side of my head as he lowers his face to mine.

“Admit it, my little whore. You like the idea of me fucking you and filling you with my cum to make a baby.”

My body softens under his heat as desire curls inside me.

The elevator comes to a stop. My passion-addled brain catches on to his words. I narrow my eyes and put my hands on his chest to push him back. He chuckles as he lets me move him away.