“Sort of.”
“Okay… Yes. We can do that.”
“When can we start?”
“Anytime you want, but probably not tonight. I have plans for you,” he says, flashing a lustful smile that is short-lived as Miranda and Julie return from the kitchen with dessert plates and a chocolate cake.
ELIZABETH
The cake was absolutely delicious.It was worth the trip to Miranda’s house.
The entire evening was amazing.
Away from his suits and high-profile job, David looked like a happy man.
I got wrapped up in that vibe and reveled in every moment we had spent over there, but I couldn’t wait to get home and spend some alone time with him.
Naked and tucked under the covers, I wait for him to return from the bathroom. Lit candles line the window sill, and a soft tune plays in the house.
The door opens, and he enters my bedroom, tall, muscled, and with a towel wrapped around his hips.
I fold the covers and tap the mattress next to me before beckoning him to me.
A knowing smile lines his lips when his back meets the pillow. He smells like cool mint and spicy cologne.
“Thank you for this beautiful night,” I say, propped on an elbow, running my fingers over his chest.
I place a kiss between his pecs, my eyes connected to his.
“They felt like family,” I say, leaving a trail of kisses, moving down to his groin.
He slides his hand into my hair and stops just as I’m about to unwrap his towel.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he says, his voice a bit tense.
No smile on his face.
I stop and tilt my head up.
“There’s something wrong?”
“No. There’s nothing wrong,” he says, smiling. “Come here,” he adds, showing me next to him.
I pull up and lie on my side to face him.
He shifts as well to face me.
“What is it that you want to tell me?” I ask, my eyes tilting to his lips.
He slowly strokes my hair as my gaze hovers over his face.
“Julie is not exactly a stranger to me.”
I turn to stone.
Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Or is it something much worse?
The easiness with which she handles him. Their closeness.