Page 19 of Caden the CEO
“Um, does your driver know the address for the lounge?” Dru asked, trying not to stare at him too hard. She thought he looked amazing the last few times she saw him because he was dressedin suits, but tonight, his tee and sweatpants had her pussy getting wet.
It didn’t help that it looked like his tapered fade had been freshly cut, perfectly lined and connected to a thick, shiny beard. His cinnamon brown-skin was covered with tattoos that she was noticing for the first time on his arms and neck, and she was curious about if he had more anywhere else. The shirt molded around his wide, muscular frame, showing off muscles that Dru wanted to squeeze.
Caden licked his juicy, pomegranate hued lips. Those dark, shiny eyes looked over at her as he smiled.
“Ian knows the address, but that’s not where we’re going.”
“What do you mean?” Dru asked softly. “If I don’t get to work in the next fifteen minutes, Mike is going to fire me.”
“You don’t need that job. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Huh?” Dru asked, making him chuckle.
“I told you the next time I saw you, you were going to be mine. Did you think I was playing?”
As the car pulled off the curb, Dru nodded. “Yeah. I mean, people usually are joking when they say that kind of shit.”
“I rarely joke, especially when it comes to what I want, and I want you.”
“Caden—”
“I know you don’t want a relationship right now, and I’ll give you time. For tonight, you’re coming home with me. No sex. No weird shit. For just one night, let me give you the treatment you deserve.”
“I still need a job,” Dru muttered with a pout, considering his request.
“If you trust me, you’ll know you don’t. You’ll know you never have to work another day in your life unless you simply wanted to. So can I have you, beautiful? If only for tonight?”
Dru’s mind went back to her grandmother’s words. How she told her to finally focus on herself. For the first time in what felt like forever, Dru decided to do just that.
“Yes. But just for tonight.”
Caden knewhe was treading a fine line and playing a dangerous game. When Dru found out about the conversation he had with her mother earlier, she’d be upset. There was no way she’d agree to live with him for sixty days if she didn’t trust him. But for just one night, he wanted to have her all to himself.
When they first made it back to his home, he took the time to give her a tour of the seven thousand square feet abode. She oohed and aahed and commented on everything she loved. They settled in the kitchen, where he told her she could have literally whatever she wanted. If she wanted something he didn’t have the ingredients for, his private chef would do a grocery order.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Dru said with a relaxed expression and warm smile, which was new. This was the first time he’d seenher look so relaxed and at peace since they’d met. “We can eat anything I want?”
“Anything you want,” he replied. “What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“Potatoes of any kind and seafood,” she said, then giggled.
“Aight, bet. Seafood boil, surf and turf . . . What are you thinking?”
“Hmm, you pick.”
“Let’s do surf and turf. I’m cool with seafood, but ain’t nothing topping a good steak with me.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
“What vegetables would you all like?” Sidney, his private chef, asked.
“Baked sweet potato for me,” Caden said. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“That sounds good. Oh, and maybe broccolini too?”
“And for dessert?” Sidney inquired.
“I love cookies. Any kind,” Dru answered.
