Cuffed by His Charm: A Dirty Little Secrets Novel by Stacey Kennedy

Author:Stacey Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Erotica, Bdsm
Publisher: Loveswept
Published: 2017-11-14T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

McKenna

Minutes after noon the next day, I follow Gabe through the underground parking garage of a high-rise in the Financial District. I’m still nursing my second cup of coffee after a quick egg sandwich at Gabe’s place, and I’m wondering why he insisted we get dressed and leave his apartment, instead of staying tangled in the sheets until Ryder called.

When we pass beneath an overhead fluorescent light that’s flickering, the heaviness in my eyelids reminds me I’m not quite myself, a bit on edge, and this second coffee isn’t hitting the spot. I sip it anyway, hoping for a miracle, and glance at Gabe striding next to me. “Care to enlighten me on why we’re here?” I ask him.

“Business,” is his curt reply.

Which tells me wherever we’re going is the last place he wants to be right now.

Tense and unusually quiet, he stops in front of the elevator and swipes a key fob against the scanner. When the elevator doors begin to open, he glances sideways at me. “I apologize that coming here is necessary. I know you’d rather be at home, but I want you with me. This won’t take long.”

By the look of forced responsibility and definite irritation on his face, I take a guess where we are. “Is this O’Keefe’s headquarters?”

He nods and steps inside the elevator.

I follow him inside as he presses the button for the thirtieth floor. Now I’m taking a better look at my surroundings, realizing that I’m in Gabe’s baby. All his sweat, hard work, and endless late nights made this building what it is today. Sometimes I forget that Gabe isn’t like me. He not only comes from money, he is money. Hell, this fancy glass elevator currently shooting up to the top floor only reminds me just how different we are in this aspect.

“You do realize it’s Sunday, right?” I ask, trying not to let that thought run away with me too much. Too many reminders of how different we are can’t be a good thing. We have enough stacked against us. “Will anyone even be here?”

“No, and that’s the way I like it.”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because it’s quiet, and I’m not in the mess of things, so to speak.”

“Oh,” is all I can think to reply. I’m more fascinated by what I’m looking at as the elevator doors open. Suddenly, I feel like I’m in a different world. Up ahead, there’s a receptionist desk. Behind that desk, there’s wood paneling that mirrors what Gabe has on the pub walls, and in the center of that wood paneling is the burgundy O’Keefe’s Pub logo with the gold Celtic knot.

In awe now, I follow Gabe as he leaves the elevator and turns right past the empty receptionist desk. Offices line the hallway as we make our way to the very end. Marketing, accounting, we pass each door with an employee name and their job title beneath. This is the brainchild of O’Keefe’s Pubs, and only now do I realize how badass Gabe’s business truly is.

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