Miami After Hours - Page 66

He hadn’t even gotten this far with Farrah because he’d made sure to keep their two worlds separate. The only reason Farrah had even known about Mia was because an old college buddy had mentioned her name during a dinner, forcing him to discuss her. Daniel sure as hell wouldn’t have confided in Farrah otherwise. He’d kept his feelings for Mia to himself. It was one of his greatest failures, and he wasn’t happy to reveal them to anyone.

But Angela… She was changing everything. She was getting under his skin and slowly burrowing her way into his heart. He wasn’t sure he could deal with putting himself out there again and risk losing his heart. He’d kept his heart shuttered for so long, he had to protect himself.

So when Angela came over later that night, he did what he did best. He turned the tables.

“Hey, babe.” Angela’s lips brushed his cheek as she walked past him carrying several plastic bags to the kitchen counter. “Hope you’re hungry and don’t mind Italian. I brought takeout from Mariano’s.”

“That’s fine.” He closed the door behind her and followed her into the kitchen. He sat on one of the stools in front of the island.

“How was your day?” she asked, removing the jacket that matched her suit. She was wearing a simple Dior pantsuit and looked sophisticated and sexy, and Daniel’s heart turned over in his chest.

This woman was starting to make him feel something he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. When they were together in each other’s arms, he wanted to stay with her forever.

He couldn’t breathe.

He loosened his tie around his collar, desperate for air.

When he didn’t answer, she glanced in his direction. “Daniel? Did you hear me?”

“Yes, I heard you,” he replied tightly. “My day was fine.”

She frowned at him. “The second ‘fine’ in a couple of minutes. It doesn’t sound like your day went very well.” She stopped unpacking the foil tins from the bag, moved away from the island and came toward him. Before he could stop her, she walked between his legs and slid her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry if you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to help?”

She lowered her head to nuzzle his neck.

Daniel shook his head. “Just a lot on my mind, preoccupied with work.” He pushed her away from him. He couldn’t think with her hot lips on him.

She stared at him, looking into his eyes, and he knew she knew he was lying. “No, that isn’t all, is it?”

He pushed off from the stool. “Just let it go, Angela.”

She frowned, folding her arms across her chest. “Is it me? Have I done something to upset you?”

“No. Can’t we just drop it?” He walked to the cupboard and began removing plates. “Let’s just eat dinner.”

Angela placed her hands on her hips. “I couldn’t care less about dinner, Daniel. I’d like to know what it is I’ve done since I’ve only just arrived.”

“You left your clothes in my closet!” Daniel said in a rush.

The moment he said the words and saw the subsequent hurt look on her face, Daniel instantly regretted it and wished he could take it back, but it was too late.

“Oh, I see.” Angela’s voice was shaky as she responded. “You don’t mind having sex with me any day of the week, but heaven forbid I leave a change of clothes in your closet. Is that what you’re telling me, Daniel?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

She glared at him. “I don’t need to.” She stalked up the stairs to his bedroom and Daniel rushed to follow her. He knew what she was about to do and he was right. When he arrived, he found her in his closet snatching her clothes off the hangers and stuffing them in a bag. He stepped in her path, but she merely brushed past him and stormed into the master bathroom, taking her toothbrush from the holder next to his and throwing it in the bag.

“Angela, wait,” he said as she stalked out of the bedroom and rushed down the stairs.

He watched her eyes dart around his penthouse and when she found her iPad on the settee next to the couch, she threw it in the bag.

“Angela, stop. You don’t have to do this.”