I giggled, then shoved him back, moved away from him, looked over my shoulder, and tossed him a wink.
Because my man had totally been checking out my ass in my new pair of cut-off white denim shorts.
After we got everything moved, Stella went to get boxed wine and pizza, Asher and I broke in my new couch because he declared my old one wasn’t big enough by hitting first base.
I was getting so close to telling him I was finally ready.
***
It was three days later when my phone at my desk rang, picking it up, I said, “Hello.”
Then I smiled when I heard his voice, “Hey, Doll Baby, you weren’t answering your phone. You good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. We just have a lot of work to do today,” I told him as I moved on to another client’s file.
“Alright. How much longer are you working?”
I sighed, then looked at the clock. “I’ve got at least three more hours.”
“Alright. Head to my place when you get off work.” He was smoking a cigar.
God, I knew it was a nasty habit, but I loved the smell of his cigars when he smoked them.
Moreover, I loved laying my head on his chest and smelling that particular scent.
I smiled at the memory from a few days ago.
Then I said, “Sounds good. On one condition.”
I heard his smile in his voice, “Yeah, what’s that?”
I smiled, “I get a freaking hug.”
He chuckled, man, but I lived for making this man chuckle.
Smile.
Laugh.
See that sparkle in his eyes.
He caused me to feel all warm and toasty when he responded with, “Doll Baby, you can have all the hugs.”
“Text or call me when you leave, alright?” I smiled.
This man. He wasn’t controlling when he asked, and he was being protective.
I smiled like I was doing all the time where he was concerned, and then I said, “10-4, Big Daddy.”
He laughed.
However, three hours and forty-five minutes later, I was headed out to my car. The moment I got in, started it, and blasted the heat, I tagged my phone and texted Asher.
Me –On the way now.
Asher –Okay, Doll Baby. Be careful.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into Asher’s driveway.