50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Chapter Sixty-Six

    Destiny stood at the stove, balanced on one leg.

    Brian smiled, walked up to her, and kissed her on the shoulder. "That smells good," he said into her ear.

    Her shoulder rose up near her ear, but she kept her focus on the eggs sizzling in the pan. "I'm starving."

    "So am I," he muttered. "But all I can think about is the talk I have to have with the board today."

    She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You'll do fine. Stop worrying."

    "I'm going to ask them for a few more days and pray that a miracle happens," he said, bending his head down and touching his forehead to hers. I'm praying for a miracle that Aubrey returns to claim his company, but that same miracle could also be my curse. If he comes back, Graham Enterprises isn't all he'd want to claim. He raised a hand to Destiny's cheek and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't burn your eggs."

    "Right." She hurriedly kissed him back, then turned back to the pan.

    He stared at her for a while, just watching her cook while humming a sweet melody. Running a hand through his hair, he left the kitchen and went to sit at the dining room table.

    "I was thinking, this weekend we could do something," she said when she brought a plate in for him. "We had so much fun when we visited your hometown."

    "Yeah, I'd love to go out again," he said, trying to ignore the sense of dread that building up within him.

    She touched his arm. "Are you okay?"

    He nodded and looked up at her. "Me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm on top of the world."

    "You should be," she encouraged, giving him a knowing look and sitting on his lap.

    His arms went around her; it was a reaction that was automatic at this point, whenever she was near him. "I am," he assured her, just before she kissed him. The sound of sizzling reached his ears and he pulled back. "Do you have more eggs on the stove?"

    She nodded and kissed him again, saying, "Mmmhm," against his lips.

    "You're burning them," he warned her in between kisses.

    "I know," she told him.

    He broke off the kiss and laughed. "They won't be edible."

    "Yes, they will," she insisted. "They'll be...Cajun eggs."

    "Cajun eggs?" he repeated, giving her a doubtful look.

    She bounced off his lap and jogged back to the stove.

    "Do you call everything that you burn 'Cajun'?" he called after her.

    "Yeah!" she called back.

    He laughed and shook his head, picking up his fork and staring down at his plate. His phone chirped at his hip. Sweeping back the lapel of his suit jacket, he sighed and withdrew his cell phone from his pocket. Hoping and praying that the phone call wasn't from the board, he raised the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

    "I was hoping to reach Brian Davies?" It was a male voice, unfamiliar. American.

    Brian's brows furrowed. "You're speaking to him."

    "My name is Vince. I'm an associate of Aubrey Graham's."

    Brian twirled his fork around in his hand. "Oh?"

    "He hired me and a few of my contacts to look into...a private matter," the man continued. "We had a few meetings set up, and he hasn't shown up to any of them. He also didn't call to cancel, so I'm a bit...concerned."