Give in to me

Breaking.

Penelope stood in front of Anthony's apartment building. She had only been here once since had been home with Eloise, as she claimed she had to quickly 'nip' in for something. The place was pretty astonishing. The red bricked Mayfair luxury apartments must have cost a pretty penny, and with the added luxury of behind gated guards it gave it that extra security. Something a top-notch CEO needed, especially Anthony Bridgerton.

A desired bachelor.

As she arrived at his apartment door, she didn't have to knock. He opened the door as if he knew she was there, he pulled her in and slammed her back against the door in urgency with his lips crashed on to hers,

"I've missed you so fucking much."

His hands grasped her sides as they slid to her neck and hair, he knees nearly gave way. His kisses were filled with some much desire she hadn't even had the chance to say hello.

He pulled away for a slight moment, as they both needed to breathe,

"I don't think this is working..."

Penelope placed her palms upon his chest as she was slightly taken aback by his words as his kisses were still trailing up her neck,

"I mean... this spending time apart, it's absolutely foolish."

He smirked and moved his lips to hers. This time he took his time deepening the kiss, his tongue parted her lips, and his hand cupped the side of face. His touch was overpowering her senses, it was driving her simply to madness.

Spending time apart? If only he knew.

As they finally broke their kiss, heavy breathing and tension filled the room around them.

...Until she smelt the divine aroma floating around his apartment.

"Are you cooking Mr Bridgerton?"

She queried with a slight jest in her tone.

"Yes Miss Featherington, I'm cooking for my girl."

She grinned as he pulled her towards the kitchen.

She walked in and gasped. It was beautiful. The way the sun rays bounced on the marble worktops, everything was perfect and pristine, she even noticed the large bay windows that opened up to a large private terrace. Sneakily as she began to be a little nosy, she noticed a large hot tub on the terrace.

Anthony approached her from behind and sank his hands around her hips,

"We'll be in there later."

He said while nuzzling into her hair trying to attack her neck with his lips.

"That's presumptuous."

She turned to face him, and placed her hand on the collar of his shirt,

"I mean I don't even have a swimsuit."

She noticed his eyes grow dark, a smirk appeared on his lips,

"You won't need one for what I'm thinking."

She playfully pushed his chest,

"Anthony Bridgerton, you'll make me blush."

He laughed and pulled her straight back into the embrace,

"I intend to make my girl blush as much as I can."

My Girl. He said it again.

"You've said that twice now."

"Said what?"

"Your girl."

"You are, aren't you?"

Silence engulfed the room as Penelope had a lump in her throat. She nodded and smiled.