Page 75 of His Wild Attraction

Would it really be so bad if I fell for my husband?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ELLIE

The next day, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

Every time I found myself daydreaming about my sexy AF hubby, I had to stop and do a reality check.

Making me snacks and cuddling me on the couch while binge watching my favorite Keanu Reeves series already catapulted Andres into quite a catch category.

But he didn’t stop there. Oh no.

The man with a thousand ripples and curves who seemed made of pure muscle carried me to bed after I fell asleep against his side. I hoped I didn’t snore. But back to the important bit.

He. Carried. Me.

Lifted my chunky dead-to-the-world ass off the sofa like I weighed nothing at all and brought me to bed. The only reason I knew it for a fact was because I woke up a little when he placed me on the mattress.

“How’d I get here? I’m too heavy to carry,” I mumbled, frowning, and trying to understand how I got there.

“Not for me. Your body is perfect. You were made for me, Angel,” he whispered, kissing my lips and tucking me in.

Danger. Danger. DANGER.

How was I supposed to hold on to my heart with him doing and saying stuff like that?

It was impossible. And I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.

Good thing Destiny invited me out for dinner with her and the girls. I really needed a break from my hot-as-hell and thoughtful-as-fuck husband, so I accepted.

“Shit,” I mumbled.

As if on cue, Rocky, the little minx, zoomed past me. He must have been hiding in the closet again. For some reason, the silly animal loved to linger in the dark.

Still, I smiled, noting with pleasure the allergy meds Andres got for me were doing their job.

Not an accidental sneeze pee incident in sight. Huzzah!

I’d been trying on some of the new blouses Andres had gifted to me, and I was stunned by how amazing his choices were.

Everything was the perfect size, and the designer used materials that were the perfect combination of comfortable and sturdy, but still light and airy. It was as if he could read my mind and knew exactly what I liked.

He was always surprising me, that man.

I slid into a pair of thick, stretchy pants that were super comfortable and stylish.

The blouse was sleeveless and was made of several layers of sheer black fabric so soft and delicate it was like wearing nothing.

If I pulled the layers apart, they were completely see through, but together, I was decently covered.

The scoop neck was a little low, but my boobs were average, so it wasn’t indecent. I loved it because of the way the fabric moved and flowed. It was light and not constricting at all. Plus, it hid my stomach, which was what I wanted.

Biting my lip, I wondered if it was too much or too little for a dinner in Manhattan. I shook my head. I was going out with friends, and their wardrobe was undoubtedly filled with designs from the same boutique.

Satisfied with my choice, I finished getting ready. A night with the girls seemed like just the thing.

I felt kind of guilty for going out when Sammy was still awake, but Andres had assured me he would be fine.

Andres really was something. Every time I thought I had him pegged, he surprised me.

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