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he saw memories of her. The coffee shop downstairs. The elevator. Here.
Being in his office was sheer torture. He couldn’t look at the goddamn desk without seeing her
naked on top of it, or sit in the stupid chair without picturing her there with him. In the short time
they’d been up there, she’d successfully imprinted a memory of her on every inch of this space that
had been his before.
He couldn’t live like this. He missed her with an ache that there was only one cure for. Danielle.
How the hell could he miss someone he hadn’t truly had to begin with? Grayson didn’t know. He felt
like he didn’t know anything anymore.
If these types of grand gestures weren’t working, he had to try something else. His fury had turned
into something closer to desperation. There had to be a way to make this right. There had to be
something he could do.
He lifted his head and frowned, an idea forming. There might be a way…
…
Danielle curled up on the couch, the final scenes of The Notebook playing for what felt like the
millionth time in the last five days. And she just kept crying. The broken shards in her chest only got
worse with each gift Grayson tried to send. Did he think she was some cheap whore, whom he could
just buy off with flowers and chocolate? Apparently so, because he hadn’t shown his face since he
walked away from her the night after Halloween.
She wished she could keep riding the wave of self-righteous anger, but it had petered out around
day three. Tuesday. The day she and Grayson usually met in the coffee shop. A small, weak part of
her had wanted to go just to see if he’d show up. Instead, she’d hidden in her office and taken the
stairs, determined to avoid any accidental running into him.
Even though she craved the sight of him.
It was more than that now. Before, she’d enjoyed their conversations and ogling his gorgeousness.
Now, she knew exactly what lay beneath those nice duds. She knew he could bring her to the edge of
orgasm with a spoken command, and that he made her feel like the most cherished woman in the
world when he held her.
She knew that he’d wanted a relationship with her.
In the cold light of day, she’d been forced to admit that to herself. If this was all just a game of Fool
the Idiot Woman or whatever, he wouldn’t have tried to push a commitment—he would have just
enjoyed the night and disappeared. Which meant maybe it hadn’t all been a lie.
The kicker of it was she could see why he hadn’t come clean. If she’d known who he was from the
beginning, she would have instantly brushed him off. Her distrust for any and all powerful men made
it impossible to do anything else.
But what if she’d been wrong?
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Chelsea had a point. Neither of them had fairy-tale
childhoods when it came to their parents, but her best friend had managed to find a powerful man who
doted on her and was nothing like their fathers. If she could find one, that meant surely there were
others out there? Nathan, Chelsea’s husband, wasn’t the type of man to miss a single event of his
child’s life, from kindergarten graduation to sporting events to parent-teacher conferences. Danielle
knew, because she’d heard them talking about their future children one night and he’d been pretty
damn determined not to repeat the mistakes of his absent father.
Would Grayson be the kind of man to value those same little milestones?
She smiled through her tears. If her time with him was any indication, he would move heaven and
earth to get what he wanted, and he wouldn’t neglect it. That being said, he needed to learn a thing or
two about dealing with a Kastien. The steamrolling thing was sexy in the bedroom, but she wasn’t a
dog to be brought to heel because he deemed it necessary. Those meaningless gifts weren’t going to
do a damn thing for her.
But…
She couldn’t let this thing with Grayson go for the sake of pride. Not when she’d gotten more out of
their coffee conversations than she’d gotten out of every single one of her past relationships. That was
before the insanely good sex. A connection like that didn’t come along more than once in a lifetime.
She wiped her eyes. Was she really considering a future with him? A real one? Danielle snorted.
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