"You have a visitor, Kim," my secretary announced through the intercom. "A Mr. Hunter." I looked through my calendar and sure enough, I had a meeting with a Hunter today about him buying a portion of the company. Ricky set up the meeting, so I could arrange the purchase right in LA. Apparently Mr. Hunter was extremely rich with his enterprise company. He was worth as much as Jack, they were equal in money.

"Send him in," I ordered. There was a knock on the door as I sat up straight in my chair. "Come in." The door opened to reveal a tall, built man with inky black hair that sloped up in the front like Brody. His equally black brows were thick over his narrow brown eyes.

"Miss Crawford?" He acknowledged as he stepped into office.

"Please, call me Kim," I said with a smile.

"Then call me Carson." He extended his tan hand out to me which I took. Carson had a strong grip.

"Please sit." I gestured to the seat in front of my desk. Carson complied with a smile. We spent over two hours discussing the plan of the company. "Well, Carson. You seem fit to own part, but I'll have to get the approval of Mr. Berkley." I might approve of the transaction, but it was ultimately up to Jack since he was technically my boss.

"Kim, Mr. Berkley is here," my secretary announced. "I'm sending him in." I couldn't really say no to Jack, so he always showed himself in whenever he came to visit me at work. The door opened and Jack glided in, but stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell onto Carson.

"Mr. Berkley," I stated professionally. "This is Carson Hunter. He's here to buy a portion of the company, but it's ultimately up to you." Jack nodded and walked over to Carson.

"Hunter," he acknowledged and shook his hand. "Miss Crawford? Would you mind if I talked to Mr. Hunter in private?" Knowing there was no way to refuse, I nodded and stepped out of my own office. I made my way to the break room and made myself a cup of coffee.

The two men were in there forever. An hour later, the office door flew open and Carson triumphantly stepped out. "Goodnight Kim," he greeted and shook my hand.

"Goodnight Carson." And with that, he was out of the building. I slowly stepped into my office to see Jack sitting in my desk chair. He was so pale, almost like he had seen a ghost.

"Jack?" I slowly walked to him and kneeled down next to the chair. "Are you okay?" Taking his hand in both of mine and set it in his lap.

"Stay away from Hunter, you understand?" He ordered in monotone.

"Why?"

"He's trouble. I want you far from him. You're coming home with me now."

"Jack, I can't just leave. I have to work."

"I'm your boss. I can tell you what to do." Jack stood up abruptly and pulled me up by the arm. "We're leaving. Now." He grabbed my purse and pulled me out of the room. We sat in the car in silence. There was still so much that I didn't know about Jack. He knew so much about me, but I knew so little of him. Why? Why was he so secretive? Didn't he trust me? We talked about trust, but obviously he didn't trust me. What did I have to do?

"I would like to be alone," I stated once we walked inside the house. "I'll be in my old room." Jack grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.

"What is this about, Kim?" He asked sternly looking into my eyes.

"This is about the fact I can't live my life and work my work. I'm a grown woman, Jack. You can't tell me what to do, who to meet," I argued. Jack sucked in a harsh breath as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm trying to keep you safe. I need to know that you're safe."

"Of course I'm going to be safe, Jack! I know how to protect myself. I'm not a defenseless little lamb! I'm a freaking second-degree black belt!" He needed to know that I wasn't weak. Not wanting to hear another word, I stormed up to our room.

Jack didn't come up for the rest of the night. Probably making sure that I had some space. Stripping from my work clothes and dressing in one of Jack's shirts, I slept peacefully that night, but the bed felt empty without Jack.

The next morning, I made my way downstairs for breakfast. Aunt Bethany had already set up eggs and bacon for me. As I sat down, Mika came scurrying in.

"Mornin'" I greeted with a smile as I took a sip of my orange juice. "Want to join me?" Mika nodded slowly and took a seat next to me.

"Mr. Berkley left early this morning," Mika stated as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

I made an un-lady like snort and cut up my omelet. "Of course he did," I muttered. After finishing my breakfast, I made my way back to our room. It was Saturday, so the office was closed. The minute I stepped into the room, my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered tiredly as I fell onto the bed.

"Good morning, Kim," Jack replied.

"Morning, Jack."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, but the bed felt empty." Jack sighed deeply. I could almost imagine him running his hand through his long hair.

"I'm sorry. I will be home in two hours." And with that, he hung up. That was so like him! Apologizing, but was such a control-freak about it. Sometimes I hated him, but at the same time, I loved him.

In exactly two hours, the front door opened. I didn't bother greeting him at the door; I was in the living room watching the third Indiana Jones movie. Right when Indy took his leap of faith in the temple, the door swung open. Jack strode over to me on the couch as I paused the movie.

"Hello, Jack," I greeted as he sat next to me.

"Hello, Kim," he replied as he shrugged off his jacket. Before I could say anything, Jack pulled me onto his lap. "Let's not fight anymore," he whispered as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. Jack inhaled deeply.

"Agreed." My head fell onto his shoulder. His smell was so comforting; it made me feel safe.

"Let's go upstairs."

I shook my head and pulled my head away to look him in the eye. Leaning in, I whispered, "Can we stay here?" Our lips barely brushed against each other. Jack nodded and our lips met. It was full of lust, passion, and even love. Jack quickly loosened his tie, which I undid and tossed behind me. His hands found themselves at my sweats. He slid them off along with my underwear.

Jack laid my down on the couch. I heard the erotic sound of a zipper, and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside of me.

"We should have lunch, Kim," Jack whispered. I shook my head.

"Can we just stay for a little more?" I asked tiredly. We were laying on the couch, naked and in a tangled mess. My head was resting on Jack's chiseled chest. Jack chuckled which vibrated through his chest.

"Five more minutes," he allowed. I nodded and inhaled his scent. Jack's hand found itself in my hair. It twirled and tangled itself. I sighed happily and closed my eyes. This was where I loved being the most, and I knew it was Jack's favorite too.