Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
"Fucking your wife doesn't count, Oliver."
"Mind your business."
I smirk at him as he strides for the door, flipping me off. Once it clicks closed behind him, I consider pacing again and then decide I should probably try to do a little work. Bastian might actually have a stroke if someone doesn't do something around here this week, and not a whole helluva lot has gotten done aside from Jax fixing the harvester.
I settle behind my desk, pulling up sales reports. And then my mind drifts to Ambrosia Kisses. The wine was never meant to be part of our line. It's too personal. Too much me, too much Paisley. But maybe Paisley, Oliver, and Lucy are right, and it should be part of the line.
I pick up my desk phone, dialing Bastian.
Unlike usual, it takes several rings before he answers.
"What?" he growls.
What the fuck? Is he panting?
"Why do you sound out of breath?"
I hear a soft giggle in the background, and my question answers itself. Jesus Christ. He is fucking Constance!
"Never mind," I mutter. "Don't answer that."
"Didn't plan on it. What do you want?"
"What are your thoughts on adding an exclusive wine to our tours?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, a wine that's available exclusively as part of our date-night tours. Unless you book one of those tours, you're shit outta luck."
"What wine?"
"Ambrosia Kisses."
"Why date-night only?" he asks.
"You wouldn't understand."
Constance murmurs something in the background, and I change my mind. Maybe he would.
"Because it's her," I say softly. "Kissing her reminds me of ambrosia, so I poured everything I felt for her into trying to bottle that taste. It should go to people who can appreciate that."
"Shit," Bastian murmurs. "Is that why you were so bent out of shape about it?"
"I wasn't bent out of shape."
"You threatened to break fingers if a single cask was damaged, Ridley."
Okay, maybe I was a little bent out of shape about it. But only a little.
"Do you want to do it or not?"
"Let's do it."
"I'll get Haven and Gabe on it." I pause. "Have fun with…whatever you're doing on top of your desk."
"Man, fuck you," he mutters, chuckling.
I hang up on him, smiling to myself. Maybe Bastian is human, after all. He actually sounds…happy. Fucking weird.
My smile drops when I see Paisley pulling into the parking lot downstairs. My heart leaps into my damn throat as I hop to my feet to go meet her.
By the time I make it down in the elevator, she's already in the lobby. She looks too damn beautiful in a pencil skirt and simple blouse with her hair pulled up in a demure bun. I can't get a read on her expression as she crosses toward me, her heels clicking across the tile floor.
"Hey," I murmur, pulling her into my arms. "How did it go?"
"It was fine."
"Fine?" That doesn't sound promising. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. But before I can worry about it too much, a bright smile breaks across her face, lighting her up.
"They offered me the job!" she cries, flinging her arms around my neck.
I whoop, spinning her around in a circle. "Fuck," I whisper, crashing my mouth against hers. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
"Me too," she whispers against my lips.
"Are you taking it?"
"Yes." She bites her lip. "For now."
"For now?"
"We'll see how it goes," she says, running her fingers through my hair. "I kind of think I'll probably be pretty busy soon. I may have to rethink things."
"Why?" My brows furrow. "Dimples, if you want the job, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure nothing stands in your way."
"Kids might," she whispers.
I blink at her.
"I'm just saying."
"Is this your way of telling me that you want my babies?"
"I kinda thought I made that clear the last ninety times I let you inside me without a condom. But if you need me to make it clearer…" Her tits press against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to my ear. "I want your babies, Ridley Goodson."
"Jesus." My dick presses against my zipper so fast it should be criminal. And I snatch her up so fast that one shoe falls from her foot.
She squeals with laughter as I storm for the elevator, not even stopping long enough to pick it up.
She wants my babies? Done. Right fucking now.
"We're adding Ambrosia Kisses to our line," I murmur a long time later, tracing lazy patterns on her back as we cuddle on the sofa in the corner of my office.
"Really?" She cranes her head back to look at me.
"Yeah, really. It'll be available in the tasting room at the winery. Date-night tours only."
"I love that," she whispers.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "It's perfect."
"I thought so too." I dip my head to steal a kiss. "Maybe your wine will inspire them like you inspired me."
"Maybe." She grins, snuggling up against me again. "God, I'm so happy, Ridley."