Begin Again novel Chapter 91

On their way to Eden's place in Forrest Creek, Liam reminded her about the company's plans to sign Lydia Edwards as Anderson Logistics' brand ambassador.

"How soon can we secure that meeting?" He asked, giving her a sidelong glance.

"I haven't had a chance to chat to her," Eden admitted as she stared listlessly outside the window, at the high-rise apartments zooming by. "And frankly, I don't like using my connections—"

Liam closed his eyes and breathed in hard, trying his best not lose his shit. But Eden was seriously testing his patience.

"Listen to me carefully, Princess." He said, gritting his teeth. "Your insanely high salary hinges on this meeting."

"But that's marketing's job." Eden insisted, her mouth set in a stubborn line as she crossed her arms and stared straight ahead.

"And you are in the marketing area, aren't you?" Liam pointed out. "How many times do I have to tell you talent sourcing has tried many times to secure a meeting with Ms Edwards. But for some reason getting through to her is much harder than reaching the president."

"Well, she is a daytime soap star," Eden explained and bit her nails. "Her schedule is quite hectic."

Liam reached up and grasped her hand in his.

"That's a bad habit," he murmured, kissing her knuckles before he placed her hand on his lap. "Didn't your mom teach you not to bite your nails?"

"Eyes on the road, Mr Anderson!" Eden snatched her hand away.

Liam chuckled and returned his attention on the road as instructed. "Back to Lydia, what's the plan?"

"I'll see what I can do." She shrugged and sunk low in her seat.

"That doesn't sound reassuring," he said as they stopped at a red traffic light.

Something about ninety days was playing on the radio.

Liam thought the artist is P!nk; he couldn't be so sure, though. But he knew the song because for two years straight, it was Holly's anthem.

Eden fidgeted in her seat and played with her hair while she sang along.

Liam was surprised she could make out the lyrics even with the volume turned down so low.

She was no songstress, that's for sure. But he loved her enthusiasm, and he was happy to listen to her, happy to watch her lose herself in the music, her mouth parted slightly and her eyes shut tightly the same way they were when she tried to fight her orgasm earlier.

Fuck! Liam swore under his breath, remembering her exquisite taste on his lips and how tight she'd felt around his fingers when she came all over him and his raw hunger for her. She would never know the level of self-control it took him not to fuck her senseless right there and then—

The song drew to a close.

A laundry detergent ad came on.

The light turned green.

And they were moving again, speeding towards Eden’s place.

She continued with her off-key singing beside him, and he carried on thinking about fucking her.

He could still smell her on his hands, the same way he could still taste her in his mouth. His dick swelled up a little just thinking about her heady scent.

"Huuhh!" Tired of screaming her guts out at last, Eden blew out a long breath. Nothing on the radio seemed to grab her interest. The DJ had clearly lost the plot with his playlist because her eyes were once again on the darkness beyond her window again.

Liam stared at her briefly before asking, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She replied as they passed Forrest Creek's Residence Association sign, welcoming them to the Arts District.

It had been a while since he was there. Five months, to be precise. At Willow's last exhibition at Fugue.

Liam wondered now if Eden would like the painting and the vase he had yet to give her because green-lighting her office makeover had taken longer than he'd anticipated. The project team and the interior designers still hard at work, were the reason he had to take her away from her office for the afternoon under the guise of a lunch engagement.

Gibby had sent him a text when they left the penthouse, confirming everything was on track. The renovations would be an overnight job and come morning they’d be done. Liam hoped she was right because he wanted everything to be perfect for Eden when she came in to work tomorrow.

Eden wrung her hands on her lap now and shifted restlessly beside him, the closer they got to her place.

Liam glanced at her again, frowning at the tense way she held herself.

"You obviously have a lot on your mind. Do you want to tell me what's troubling you?" He prodded, bracing himself for what could very well turn into an argument of epic proportions because it didn't take much to set both of them off.

Eden remained tightlipped, though. "Nothing's troubling me."

It was an obvious lie, and one quick look at her told him he should choose his battles wisely.

But the little devil on his shoulder couldn't let this one go. Not when there was a very real chance he was responsible for her pensive mood. He didn't have to be Einstein to know the faraway look in Eden's eyes had a lot to do with their lovemaking earlier.

Not for the first time since their encounter, Liam wondered if he'd made a mistake by rushing her into something she wasn't ready for.

"Eden," he began after a short burst of tense silence. "About earlier—"

"You mean when you pleased me, Mr Anderson?" She arched her eyebrows, her mouth stretching into a slow smile.