Page 139 of Dance of Devils

“Close enough that I’dloveyou to call or text next time.”

She giggles. “What do you want to do for dinner? And I’m staying here while I’m in town, by the way.”

Oh.

The only reason Brooklyn and I have been hiding our relationship is that neither of us wants people to get the wrong impression, for her sake.

I’m well aware how this could look: the young, beautiful dancer sleeping with the much older, wealthy, powerful man—especially if that man istechnicallyher boss, given that I own the company she dances with.

I’m not embarrassed in any fucking way by our relationship, and I know she isn’t either. But still, discretion is good for now.

That said, I’m sure my daughter will have questions regarding the twenty-three-year-old living in my house.

Sleeping in my bed.

Freya frowns curiously at me. “What?”

“Nothing.” I smile at her. “Let’s do dinner here. I’ll cook. I…” My brows arch. “I might have a surprise for you.”

She stares. “A surprise other thanyoucooking?”

“You miss a lot when you move halfway around the world, kid. And yes, another surprise.”

“What is it?”

“Itis not anit. That’s your only clue.”

She looks puzzled for a moment, then her eyes widen. “Wait, a woman?!”

I grin.

“Get the fuck out!!” she shrieks. “Really? Who is she?!”

I chuckle. “You’ll meet her tonight. Sooner, actually.”

“Holyshit!” she squeals. “Okay, I’m going to go shower off that long-ass flight and get changed—she’s cominghere?!”

I nod and she squeals again.

“This is batshit crazy!You, in a relationship!!” She laughs, giving me another hug. “Okay, I’ll be back and cleaned up soon. I can’t wait to meet this woman!”

Freya darts out of my office and I walk over to the bar cart and pour a drink, smiling. I bring it back to the desk and start going through notes from Isaak about some of our interests around the city. Then I get sucked into a black hole regarding the finer points of a business venture he wants us to get involved in with the Drakos Greek mafia family.

The door to my office bangs open again. I glance up, frowning when Freya comes bolting into the room with a robe tied around her, looking totally freaked out.

“The fuck?” I growl, lurching from my chair.

“Some girl!” she blurts. “She just barged into my room and then ran out in hysterics!”

Fucking FUCK.

“Exactly which guest room did you put yourself in?” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“The awesome one, of course!” she blurts. “The big one with the walk-in closet and sick bathroom!”

Shit.

“Who thefuckwas that?—”