Love Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy by K E Osborn Read Free Book Online Page B

Mike is waiting for us; he opens the door for me to climb in, clumsily as usual. He slides in beside me and takes my hand in his.
    "Jeni, I need to talk to Father. I need to tell him he can't talk to you or about you like that."
    "It'll make matters worse. I can handle it. I think I can handle most things now, considering what we've just been through. After all, he's your father, and I need to harden up where he's concerned. I'm hoping he'll grow to like me, eventually."
    He shakes his head. "I'm not happy with the way he's treating you, baby. I agree though. I'm sure he'll love you like I do eventually. He just has to get used to the idea that he's not the number one person in my life anymore. The minute you change your mind, let me know, and I'll let him have it."
    "Deal!"

 
    Chapter 4
    We pull up, get out of the car, and walk to the elevator. Walking inside our apartment, I feel an overwhelming tiredness from a full day of work. I haven't had a full day's work since the end of last year, and my overall health has declined since then. We walk to our bedroom, and I throw myself down on the bed, kicking off my shoes.
    "This working for a living is no fun."
    "Tell me about it. It's hard work trying not to call you into my office to take advantage of you every five minutes."
    My eyes widen. "Oh really?"
    He grins mischievously. "Uh-huh." He raises his eyebrows up and down.
    "Maybe we'll have to stay back one night after everyone has gone home, and you can take full advantage of me, on your desk, on your sofa, on the floor, on the—"
    "How about I take full advantage of you now?"
    "Seriously?"
    "Nah, I'm tired."
    "Thank God."
    He chuckles. "Thank God you said, was it?"
    I grin. "Yes."
    "Oh really?"
    "Mmm-hmm."
    "I'll have to do something about that then," he says with a large grin. Suddenly he pounces on top of me, his weight holding me to the bed.
    "You're in trouble, miss," he whispers in my ear.
    I giggle. He moves his hands down my sides, gently stroking my skin. My body tingles in reaction; he slowly kisses my ear, moving his way down my neck to my collarbone. I exhale at his touch. His strong hands take hold of my hips. Abruptly, he starts to tickle my sides, holding me down with his weight. I laugh uncontrollably my legs squirming underneath him.
    " Aiden! " I yell.
    He chuckles with amusement. "I told you, you were in trouble."
    "Aiden, stop!" I say, laughing.
    He stops, gently moving in to kiss me.
    "Thank God," I say again cheekily.
    "You never learn, do you?" A smile beams across his face as he tickles me again, this time taking his weight off me and rolling me on top of him. He stops tickling me and holds me to him tightly. My arms rest on either side of his head while he moves in for yet another kiss.
    "Moronic smartass man," I say with a grin. He chuckles and sets me down on the bed next to him. Eventually, we both get up and get changed into something more comfortable. Me into a little flowing black negligee and him into running shorts.
    "Hmm, I like you in that, but I'll enjoy you out of that later," he says to me with his eyebrows raised.
    I giggle and walk to the living room. "I like you in or out of anything."
    I walk to the sofa, he follows, sitting down and takes the TV remote, turning it on. Sitting next to him, propping my back up on some cushions, I place my legs on his lap. He takes my feet to massage.
    "Mmm, I could get used to this."
    He works wonders with my sore arches as he gestures a kiss toward me. The evening news starts. I'm not watching. I'm more relaxing and enjoying my foot rub when I hear the news reporter start to talk about work.
    "The financial corporation, O'Connell Finance, has finally caught the embezzler of the ten million dollars stolen from their company. Mr. Matthew Jones and his accomplice Miss Rachelle Sanderson were arrested and are currently in custody awaiting a trial date. Their lawyer is claiming Mr. Jones will plead insanity while the depth of Miss Sanderson's role in the