Cosy
We spend the night reacquainting ourselves while naked. In the morning we eat cereal for breakfast, then shower together, which leads to more sex. I discover that Griffin has already gone out and bought everything he ever remembers seeing in my bathroom. There’s also a section of his closet dedicated to clothes for me, and I have a dresser drawer full of underwear and lingerie. That leads to a fashion show, and of course, still more sex.
It’s noon by the time we leave his place. “I have somewhere I want to take you before we go knickknack shopping, is that okay?”
“Sure. Wanna tell me where?” I ask as I buckle myself in.
Griffin has his own driver here, so we’re both in the back seat. He calls out an address to the driver, who disappears a few seconds later behind the divider.
“It’s a surprise.” He unbuckles my seat belt.
“What’re you doing?”
“It’ll take half an hour to get there.” He nuzzles into my neck.
“Whoa.” I push on his chest. “I appreciate your interest in keeping me entertained, but my girl parts need more than an hour of recovery time before you get in there and work your magic on me again.”
He backs up a few inches and cups his hands between my thighs. I should keep them shut, but it’s like he compels them open. “Are you sore?”
I bat his hand away. It’s a pretty pathetic attempt, but at least I make one. “We’ve had sex twenty times in the past twenty-four hours. Muscles ache that I didn’t even know I had.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just give me a few more hours and maybe a nice long bath when we get back to your place, and then we can start round twenty-one.”
Instead of having car sex, Griffin points out all the Mills hotels and condos on the way to wherever we’re going. There are a lot.
We pass the Moorehead building. “Ohh! That’s one of the major media companies in the city, isn’t it?”
Griffin grunts. “My cousin Lincoln’s family owns it.”
“You two are close, right?”
“Yeah. It’s too bad he’s not in town. I think you’d like him.”
“Hopefully I’ll get to meet him one day soon.”
“He’s back in Guatemala for the foreseeable future, but I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually.”
A few minutes later, we stop at a glass-fronted building. Griffin helps me out, and I smooth my dress down. It’s bright blue with a yellow canary print. The hem falls an inch above my knee, keeping it classy. I glance at the name etched into the glass. “The Mills Tower? Your family has a tower?”
“This is where I work when I’m in New York. I thought you might want to check it out.”
“Oh my God! Yes!” I yell and throw my arms around Griffin. It draws the attention of several people passing by on the sidewalk, but he doesn’t seem to care.
I assume that because it’s his place of work and he’s pretty freaking important he’s going to be the professional Mr. Mills I got to see in action in Vegas, but he laces our fingers together and leads me through the front door, which requires some kind of key card and a thumb print. We stop at the front desk where he introduces me as his girlfriend to the receptionist and asks her to set me up with a pass so I have full building access.
Her eyes pop at the request, and she gives me a curious look, but she’s ultra-polite and complies without question.
Griffin takes me to the fifty-seventh floor of the building. When we step off the elevator, the woman seated behind the reception desk bolts out of her chair. “Griffin! I thought we weren’t expecting you until Monday.”
He offers her a reassuring smile. “I’m not here to work. This is Cosy Felton. I wanted to show her around the office.”
She offers me a polite, friendly smile and extends her hand. “Welcome, Cosy, is it?”
“You got it.” I return the smile and accept her hand.
“I’m Susan, head receptionist. If there’s anything you need, let me know.”
“Thanks, Susan.”
She turns to Griffin. “Is this our new intern?”
“We’ll talk about that later.” He places a palm on my low back. “I want to show you around the office.”
I let him guide me away, but I glance over my shoulder at Susan, whose gaze is fixed on where Griffin is touching me. “You have a new intern?”
Griffin doesn’t have a chance to answer the question because we’re nearly bowled over by a giant man as he rushes out of a nearby office. “Griff? I thought you weren’t work—” He stops midsentence as his gaze shifts from Griffin to me and back again. He quirks a questioning brow and a half smirk appears. “New intern?”
Griffin gives the man a warning look and clears his throat. “This is Cosy, my girlfriend. Cosy, this is Lex, my younger brother.”
Lex’s eyes flare the tiniest bit as he glances from his brother to me; it’s the only sign he’s shocked.
I’m not nearly as subtle. I elbow Griffin in the side, hard. “Seriously? Can’t you give a girl some prep time and warning before you go surprise dropping family introductions? What if I had spinach in my teeth?” I motion to my face.
“I would’ve told you if you had spinach in your teeth,” Griffin replies.
“Not the freaking point, Griffin, and you know it.” I hold out a hand. “Sorry, I’m being so rude right now.”
“Not at all. Griff is the king of surprises lately.” Lex flashes a wide, dimpled grin and extends a massive hand. “It’s great to finally meet you, Cosy.”
“It’s great to meet you too.” Based on his comment, I’m pretty damn sure Griffin hasn’t mentioned the fact that I’m a decade his junior.
“I’m about to head into a meeting. Will you be around for a while?” Lex asks Griffin.
“For a bit. I want to show Cosy around the floor.”
“Okay. Well, if you’re still here when I’m done, we can all head over to family dinner together.”
“Whoa, wait, what?” It’s close to a shriek.
Lex’s grin widens. “That’s my cue to leave. It was great to meet you, Cosy. I look forward to telling you all kinds of incriminating stories about Griffin this evening.” And with that, Lex turns and strides down the hall.
I grab Griffin by the tie and drag him into the closest room that isn’t his brother’s office. Of course, it’s a supply closet. Just my luck. I drag him back out. “Where’s your office?”
“Down the hall.”
“Take me there, now.” It’s not a request.
I follow him inside a huge office with absolutely zero privacy since it’s all glass windows and walls. I spot a door on the other side of the room and stride over, yanking it open. Of course, Griffin has his own private bathroom. I step inside and wait for him to join me before I shut the door. “When exactly were you planning to tell me about family dinner?”
He raises his hands in supplication. “I forgot it was tonight.”
“Did you also conveniently forget that you’d be introducing me to your damn brother? Are there any other family members I should prepare to meet while I’m here?”
He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I’m not sure if Bancroft is in the office today.”
“Your other brother?” The only time I’ve met the family was with my high school ex from freshman year. They loved me, but we were fourteen and not disappearing into his bedroom to bang each other senseless, so that might have helped. Right now, I’m halfway to pissed and the other half of me wants Griffin to test the sturdiness of the vanity, despite how annoyed I am. And terrified.
“Yeah.”
“Geez, Griffin. I’ve been your girlfriend for less than twelve hours.”
“We established your girlfriend status in Vegas. There was just a pause before we reestablished it.”
“Again. Not the point.”
“I figured it wouldn’t be much of a surprise since you know it’s a family business.”
Okay, he has me there.
He runs his hands down my arms, inducing a shiver. “We’ll go back to my place. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to show you the office. I didn’t think about family introductions, or how that might make you feel, and I honestly forgot about family dinner. We don’t have to go. I can tell my dad I have to miss it.”
“Your dad?”
“It’s not a big deal. He’ll understand.”
“He’ll understand?”
“That I can’t make dinner. It’s okay that you’re not ready to meet my family. Once you’re back in New York, we can arrange dinner. It’s fine.”
“Is your family expecting to meet me tonight?”
Griffin’s rapid blinks speak volumes.
“Oh my God. You told your family about me?”
“Haven’t you told your family about me?” Shit. He looks hurt.
“My parents are always on the road. I barely see them. The last time we talked, I said I was seeing a guy but didn’t go into great detail.”
“So they know about me?”
“Yes.” Sort of. I was super vague, but I mentioned that I was seeing a guy a few months back. I passed it off as casual because at the time, that’s what it was.
“So when we go back to Vegas, I can meet them?”
“If they’re home, sure.” They’ll probably shit a brick and embarrass the hell out of me. Although, there’s a good chance Nev has already spilled the beans, in which case they’ll definitely embarrass me. Especially if she tells them he’s part of the Mills Hotel empire.
Dating a billionaire heir can be challenging.
Griffin regards me with fierce intensity for a few long seconds. I stumble back into the door as he fuses his mouth to mine and starts grinding all up on me. I have no idea what’s going on. I was totally ready to confront him about how extra he’s being with the whole parent intro less then twenty-four hours after we’ve made the official dating-again designation, but now his tongue is in my mouth and he’s dry humping me in his office bathroom, so I’m a little torn.
A muffled knock filters through the confusion and the lust, followed by Griffin’s name being called. He disengages in a hurry, eyes wide, like he’s gotten caught doing something he shouldn’t. Such as dry humping his girlfriend in his private bathroom.
“Shit,” he mutters and straightens up my dress and then rearranges his hard-on.
Whoever it is calls his name again. He opens the door and tries to pull it closed on me, leaving me in the bathroom. I don’t consider that he might have a reason for such an action until I follow him out and wish I hadn’t.
Standing in the middle of his office are two men. One is a fair-haired, much larger and younger version of Griffin, the other is a much older, salt-and-pepper version of my boyfriend.
Awesome. I just got caught making out with my boyfriend by his dad, who is also his boss.