Page 148 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
The good news was we weren’t going there to work.
However, we were going to play and we all remembered what our last trip to the club had turned out like. I was praying we didn’t have a repeat.
I made my way over to Clarissa, reached for her hand, then pulled her into me. She came willingly, her hands landing on my chest as she stared up with wide brown eyes.
“Whatever you normally wear will be fine.” Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed her. “You’ve already interviewed with them once. This isn’t formal. I doubt you have to be too professional since you haven’t accepted the job yet.”
Oh, and we were also going so Clarissa could have her follow-up meeting with the partners. All five of them. Master included.
Yes, the deal was done. Master was officially another partner in Chatter PR Global and the CEO of the Chatter PR talent agency.
“You have a way of making it sound easy,” she said with a smile, then pushed up on her toes.
Clarissa’s lips melded to mine and she sighed. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as I tried to ease some of her stress with a simple kiss. Several minutes later, when we pulled apart, she was smiling up at me.
“That was a nice distraction.”
My thoughts exactly. “That’s what I was going for.”
She took a deep breath, then let it out. “I don’t have a fancy wardrobe,” she said, motioning toward the clothes on the bed.
“Neither do I. And I’ll be the first to tell you, Master doesn’t care. If he wants you to wear something specific, he’s going to buy it for you.”
“But he shouldn’t have to.”
I laughed. “Have to? That man does not do anything because he has to. He does it because he wants to. Plus, you should probably factor in the amount of time he’ll likely require us both to be naked.”
“Well, when you put it that way…” She reached for a sexy little black dress and lifted it up.
Apparently, I’d helped to make up her mind, because she spent the next ten minutes folding her clothes and putting them neatly into the suitcase. She had another small case that held her toiletries.
I waited, leaning against the doorjamb as she finished packing. When she went to pick up the larger suitcase, I cleared my throat and moved toward her.
“I’ve got your luggage,” I told her. “You get whatever else you need.”
When she flipped off the lights in the bedroom, I grabbed both suitcases and followed her back downstairs.
“I just need to get my laptop and my purse.”
“I’ll let Master know we’re ready to go.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced around as though she’d forgotten something.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She took a deep breath. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want to forget anything.”
I hefted up both of the heavy suitcases. “I can’t imagine you did.”
This time when she laughed, it sounded slightly more natural. “You’re right. Okay, I’m ready.”
“Relax, baby. It’s gonna be fine.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Clarissa
BY THE TIME TROY AND I were safely stowed inside Trent’s luxury jet a short time later, I was pretty sure Troy was ready to eat his words.
Relax, baby. It’s gonna be fine.
So far, this trip to the airport had been anything but. Between the wall of reporters who’d been outside Trent’s house and the additional ones here at the airport, it hadn’t been smooth sailing by any means. It had taken a solid thirty minutes to get out of the driveway because the security guards had been forced to shift back the reporters just so the limo could get out.
“Clarissa, relax, baby,” Troy crooned, taking my hand and leading me to one of the leather chairs.
My eyes widened as I stared back at him. “I can’t believe you’re still singing that tune. How can you say that when there are so many people yelling things at us while cameras snap pictures of our every move? I will never get used to that. Never.”
I still couldn’t believe the madness I’d witnessed a short time ago. I had never seen anything like it. Chaos was the only word I could come up with to describe it. And even that didn’t seem adequate.
“Why are they doing this?” I asked Troy when I eased into the chair and he took a seat next to me. “Aren’t we old news by now? I don’t understand. I thought Trent said they would move on to the next big story.”
I liked that Troy was still holding my hand as we sat down. There was something about the small gesture that made me feel safe. I had no idea where Trent was. The last time I’d seen him had been when we all climbed out of the limousine. His phone had rung, and he’d stopped to take the call while Troy led me up into the jet.
