Page 13 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

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Rhys

“I don’t understand you,”Macy whispered, her face filled with confusion. “Weston clearly approves of you and considering the amount of people who knew about your ‘celibacy,’ I have to believe that was true. So why were you shopping at Dirty Players? The only explanation I can think of is that you were preparing to seduce someone. Why should I trust you when you set out to find a girl to bang and I was a convenient choice?” Her face clouded over and she muttered darkly, “Not that I made your task very hard to accomplish.”

I sighed in frustration. How many more ways could I say it? The thought I’d had last night about her resistance to accepting us because of her experiences resurfaced and nudged away some of my irritation. I could see a solution right in front of me. I’d circumvented the real reason we’d met at her work because I was afraid it would be too much, too soon. However, at this point, I’d already made my obsession with her quite obvious and she hadn’t runyet.

I stood and lifted her into my arms, frowning when she dragged the sheet with her to cover her naked body. Then again, it was probably for the best since her beautiful breasts would only distract me from the conversation. Moving to the chair I’d vacated, I kept her in my embrace as I sat down. I settled her in my lap with her legs hanging sideways over mine and put my hands at her waist to keep her upright, so we were face toface.

“Angel, it’s been a long time since I had any interest in women. And, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you belonged tome.”

“But—”

I pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. “It wasn’t in the shop. I saw you at Bean Cup and was so enchanted”—I shrugged a little sheepishly—“I followedyou.”

Her eyes widened but I hadn’t removed my finger, so she didn’t speak. “I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to find you. My intention had been to find out where you worked, then set up a meet, and gradually build a relationship with you. Then I saw you at Dirty Players and all of my good intentions flew out the fucking window. I hated the idea of you being in a place like that, knowing what kind of slimy customers you had to deal with, and worried over your safety.”

Macy’s expression softened and I took away my finger so I could tenderly kiss herlips.

“I went inside because I couldn’t go one more minute without seeing your beautiful face and I wanted, no needed, you. I still do, I will always need you. I—” I stopped abruptly. I’d been about to blurt out that I loved her, but I had a feeling that I’d already given her as much as she could handle for now. “I believe that answers your question, angel. And it should put to rest any lingering doubts you might have about me because of where we met. And—“ I quickly sped on when her mouth popped open, knowing where her thoughts were headed—“I never once thought of you as convenient, a one-night stand, or that you were easy because of your place of employment.”

Her mouth snapped closed and I grinned at the idea of making my feisty ginger angel speechless.

“You have me to support you now,” I mused aloud. “You could go ahead andquit.”

Macy’s spine went rigid. “I will not be a kept woman,” she snapped. I stifled a laugh at her turn of phrase. So fuckingcute.

“I wasn’t suggesting that, angel. I was merely pointing out that you don’t have to wait until we’re married for me to supportyou.”

“M—married?” she shrieked.

My brows furrowed and I frowned at her tone of disbelief. “Of course we’re getting married.” My voice was stern, solid with conviction. I was not leaving any wiggle room inthis.

“We can’t get married!” Her cheeks were flushed bright red with emotion.

“Why the fuck not?” I had to stop myself from roaring the question.

“We only met a dayago.”

“And if you’re pregnant?” I asked, trying a different tactic.

She swallowed hard. “Well, I suppose it would make more sense then, but—”

Problem solved.I cut her off by kissing her hard and then guided her to her feet while she was still flustered. If I sat there any longer with her barely clothed body so accessible, I would never get towork.

“I have to go, angel,” I said grudgingly and kissed her one more time. “I’ll be back in time to take you towork.”

“If you would just get me to my car, Ican—”

“Macy,” I growled. She huffed and spun around, marching towards the connecting door to the other bedroom and on into the bathroom. I chuckled at the sight, shaking my head wondrously. How could so much personality fit in someone so tiny? She was certainly one of a kind, made just for me, and I would do anything forher.

That thought festered as I called goodbye to her through the bathroom door and headed to my car. On the short drive to my office, I considered both of our needs. I wanted her away from her current job and I wanted her permanently mine, with a ring on her finger that proclaimed it to every son of a bitch who looked her way. Waiting for her to get pregnant so she’d marry me, while definitely an enjoyable task, could take longer than I had the patiencefor.

Considering Macy’s desire for her future as well, an idea started to take shape. I could potentially solve both of our issues if I begged a favor from an old friend. It could be a win/win. And Macy would be none the wiser.

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I letthings go for a week or so while I put my plan together. Macy seemed happy to avoid the topics of marriage and babies, though, I noticed she hadn’t protested when I’d continued to fuck her bare. I was adamant about her staying with me and eventually she gave up the fight. I drove her to work when she had a shift and picked her up, keeping in close contact with Xander to make sure she was always protected. On the nights she had off, we chose to stay in and order food, or I cooked for her, and we spent more time getting to know each other. My ultimate goal, before I could call in that favor, was to get Macy to let me read her manuscripts.

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