Page 57 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

“Yes, boy. You’re more than worth it.”

“Good to know.” He grabs my tie and yanks me towards the door. “But we need to get to work, Daddy. Come along. Your carriage awaits.”

I don’t usually get driven to work in a Rolls-Royce. I do insist on sitting in the passenger seat, rather than in the back. Traffic is uncharacteristically clear for central London, enabling us to get to the office in record time. We put the car in its usual spot and then carefully inspect the back seats.

“It doesn’t need cleaning,” I decide.

Rowan sniggers. “We must have been careful.”

“We didn’t actually have sex,” I remind him.

“Umm… I beg to differ. I had very good sex. You are an expert with a dildo, Daddy.”

I put my hands on his hips and kiss his neck. “I’m happy to make you come undone with a dildo whenever you want, boy.”

He shivers. “I’ll hold you to that.”

I hold his hand as we walk from the car park to the office. Abbey is on duty in the lobby reception. At least, she’s sitting behind the desk, painting her nails and singing to Christmas music.

“Morning, Damon. Morning, Rowan.” She does a double-take, widening her eyes as she focuses on our joined hands. “Congrats.”

Rowan beams. “Thanks. Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Pretty good. Do you like my new nail polish?” She shows off her fingers.

Rowan releases my hand so he can go closer to inspect her nails. “That’s a pretty shade of red.”

“It’s called Very Berry.”

“I can see why.”

“Nigel’s here,” Abbey says casually.

I raise my eyebrows. “Nigel?”

“He got here five minutes ago.”

I curl my hand into a fist. He could have told me he was back. Then I could have stayed in bed. Not that Rowan could have stayed with me. I’ll never understand why Nigel makes him come into the office when he’s not needed to drive.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I say.

“You’re welcome.” She carries on painting her nails.

Rowan gives me a questioning look.

I step up to him and thread my fingers through his. “I won’t hide.”

We walk into the lift.

“With all due respect, you’re the co-owner of the company. No one is going to fire you. Me, on the other hand…”

“No one is going to fire you, either. I promise.”

He takes a breath.

“Do you want to keep us a secret?” I ask.

He releases the breath. “No. I want everyone to know that Damon Cole wants me. I just don’t want to look for a new job at this time of year. Besides, your brother’s cars are really nice.”