Simple Perfection

wasn’t careful.
    “I missed you,” she said.
    “I missed you more. Come here,” I told her, holding out my hand for her to come to me. She walked over to my side of the desk and I pulled her down to my lap. “Have you had a good morning?”
    “Yes. Have you?”
    “It could have been better,” I replied, slipping my hand up her skirt. She wiggled in my lap and slapped my hand away.
    “Stop that. We have work to talk about,” she said playfully, and then tried to stand up. I held her to my lap.
    “Go ahead and wiggle, baby. It feels real good.”
    “You are so bad,” she said, stopping me from slipping my hand between her thighs.
    “I’m playing catch-up. I have three weeks’ worth,” I told her.
    “Mr. Kerrington, Mr. Rush Finlay is here to see you,” Vince announced over the intercom.
    “Damn, Rush. Forgot he was coming by.”
    Della jumped up out of my lap and straightened her skirt.
    “Send him in,” I said as I watched her fix herself. I was going to mess it up as soon as Rush brought me the info on Nate’s trust fund that he’d set up for Dean.
    Rush walked into the room with Nate in his arms and a baby bag over his shoulder. That was funny shit. Rush Finlay, badass rock star’s son, had a baby bag and a baby in his arms.
    “Oh, you brought Nate!” Della’s excitement interested me.
    I watched her walk over to Rush and take Nate from him. She walked over to the sofa with him, cooing and making him laugh.
    Rush’s chuckle reminded me he was there. I shifted my attention back to him.
    “She likes babies,” Rush said with a smirk.
    I hadn’t known she liked babies. I liked watching her with Nate. Rush was going to be hard to concentrate on. “Yeah, she does.”
    “When did she come back? Or did you chase her down?”
    “Last night. She came back to me,” I told him.
    “Told you that hand wasn’t over,” Rush said, then took a seat across from my desk. “Stop mentally fucking her while she’s holding my kid.”
    I shot him an annoyed glare that just amused him. “Here’s the paperwork for Nate’s trust. Do the same with my paycheck from here.”
    “Done. I’ll get the direct deposits set up today.”
    Rush let out a sigh. “I might just sit here a minute and take a break. Della looks like she’s having fun and I’m beat. Grant was at my house late last night and we had to deal with some shit.”
    “Is Nan back?”
    Rush let out a weary sigh and rubbed his forehead. “Yeah. She’s back.”
    “Damn,” I said, more for Rush’s sake than anything.
    “Yeah,” Rush agreed.

Della
    N ile was coming to Rosemary today with his family. They were staying in one of the condos on the club property. He had insisted on paying but Woods had gotten him to accept the free condo. I wasn’t sure what he’d said but he had talked him into it.
    I was excited about introducing Woods to him. I wanted to know what Woods thought about him. Deep down, I also wanted to show Woods that the blood in my veins came from normal people. I often forgot that myself.
    “You look beautiful. Stop fidgeting. Nothing you do can make you any more beautiful than you are,” Woods said as he reached over and took both my hands in his to keep me from pulling down the mirror and checking my face one more time.
    “I know I’m being silly. I’m sorry. I just . . . I’ve not met Nile’s family yet. His daughters . . . they’re my sisters.”
    “And they’re about to find out that they have the most beautiful, talented, sweet, brilliant older sister in the world. So stop it. Take a deep breath and know that you’re amazing and they’re lucky to get to sit in the same room with you.”
    Woods could say some of the sweetest things in the world.
    “I really want to kiss you right now but it will mess us up.”
    He laughed and pulled the car into the valet parking line at the club. We were meeting Nile and his family there for dinner. “I’ll get messed up any time you want to put those plump lips of yours on me.”
    “Save it for later, sexy,” I said just as my door was opened by Bradley. I was glad to see he was still working out. I had hired him a month ago.
    “Good evening, Miss Sloane. You’re looking lovely,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
    “She’s always lovely; hands off,” Woods told him, taking my hand and tucking it in his arm.
    “You scared that poor valet to death,” I said, scolding him.
    “Good.”
    I didn’t argue. I followed him inside the club, trying