EPOV
I'm counting down the days until I see you.
Companionship comes in many forms.
I'm not like my mother, sister, and sister-in-law.
I don't want a shopping buddy.
I don't want somebody to chat with during a rousing game of croquet, or whatever has you giggling from outside.
I hear you afternoons.
I keep the window to my study open just to hear your voice and laughter.
I hate that they selfishly booked your time for inconsequential reasons.
The companionship I need is more important.
The companionship I want from you involves no clothing.
I want you naked and begging for my touch.
I want your long, thick hair sprawled across my pillows as I work your body.
I take a deep cleansing breath.
It will be a few more days before I can be with you, and I'm tired of having to beat off to fading memories of your incredible body.
It's this stress.
Stress from the Denali merger.
I need a release.
Pressing my thumb and middle finger against my closed eyelids, I sigh before trying to read the computer screen again.
I understand the wording in the contract perfectly well.
I didn't attend an Ivy League college, graduate summa cum laude, and help run Cullen Enterprises without knowing how to read a goddamn contract.
The emails are insulting.
I log out of my email account and onto the house network.
Four more days.
Four more days until I get you to myself.
My thoughts flicker away from the miniscule outfit I'm imagining you wearing and to the wording in the Denali contract.
Will it be possible to have you in my bed with the stipulations of this deal so fragile?
I want to say yes.
Pfft.
Merger.
Marriage.
To Tanya Denali.