The Media Baron's Heiress

CHAPTER 11

When Tessa returned from Scarsdale less than an hour later, she hadn't rushed back to Brad. She did not break the speed limit coming back to her apartment. It was Sunday afternoon, there had been no traffic. Don't listen to people who say that New York never sleeps. What do they know?
Brad was at her dining room table. His laptop was opened, he was having a conversation with somebody on his mobile. He'd made himself coffee, but he'd hardly had any of it, it looked stale and cold. He winked when Tessa smiled at him. He watched as she walked to her bed room, opened her safe, dropped her files in and locked the safe again.

Tessa returned to the dining room whilst Brad was still on his call, she stood behind him, draped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his throat. His arm snaked around his back and pulled her around. He lowered her onto his lap, and stole a kiss, whilst he listened into the earpiece.
Tessa studied him, as he focused on the call. He had beautiful eyebrows and lovely long lashes for a guy. She thought his most beautiful feature was his deep brown eyes. They were so expressive when he allowed it, especially in bed. Actually every inch of him was adorable, and now she did know every inch of him. She felt a tugging magnetism, towards his muscular chest, and the fine dust of hairs that covered it. She slipped her hand through his shirt, her fingers feathered over the dust of hairs. Brad stopped talking, he held her gaze.

'Sorry. Finish your conversation,' she whispered, and attempted to move her hand, but his hand imprisoned hers.

'Thank you Bentley. We'll talk in the morning,' Brad cut the call right there. He gazed into her eyes, then lowered his head, and indulged in a slow teasing kiss. Tessa leaned into his shoulder and kissed him back, her short finger nails, raked over his chest. She heard him sigh, and draw himself away.

'Bentley?' She smiled.

'My P.A,' he grinned.

'You have a male P.A.?'

'I'm not sexist,' Brad grinned, 'he came tops in the interview, and he's worth his weight in gold. You may meet him, he travels with me always.'

'Speaking of your travelling, will you not be tired of commuting an hour each morning and back each night?'

'I think I clock more mileage than your average pilot,' he smiled, 'and I've slept in so many hotels, it's become a way of life,' he adjusted her weight on his lap.

'But you never sleep alone right?'

'Ask no questions, hear no lies,' he grinned.

'Of course you don't, you're no saint. I'm not expecting you to be a saint. It's actually none of my business, and I'm __babbling.'

'It's cute,' he laughed. 'You're always so in control. Good to see you lose it sometimes.'

I lost it the first night I went to went to bed with you, and I've not found it again.

'Would you like some fresh coffee?' Tessa stood up.

'And she's in control again,' Brad laughed.

'Coffee or not?' she joined him laughing.

'Yes thank you. Shall we go out to dinner?'

'How about we have some home cooking?'

'I have some succulent chicken, marinating in a mouth watering sauce. You will love it.'

'Can I have the television remote please?'

'What?' she asked in confusion.

'You've got dinner covered? Unless you want me to do the laundry?'

'Why you lazy son of a gun! Tessa lifted his cup of coagulating, ice cold coffee.'

'Tessa no! You're not going to ruin all the furniture are you? He dived forward, removing the threatening cup from her hand, and pinned her against the wall with his body.