Page 159 of Waiting Game

For you, baby.

Her throat bobs as she stares at the massive crystal chandelier, then she darts into the bedroom where she releases ashriek of joy as she uncovers the massive tub in the center of the bathroom.

Then, she’s by the wall of windows which have her peering onto the city.

Next, she ducks into the living room only for her to coo over the small kitchen that’s stocked high with Champagne and all kinds of goodies and is gasping about that.

The butler’s as stoic as ever but I’m chuckling at her antics, pleased that I could give this to her. Even more pleased as I watch her go that her butt is back to wiggling—I’ve cottoned onto her and know how to work my wiles on her appetite.

“That’s all. Thank you,” I inform the butler.

“I can return later to unpack Mrs. Korhonen’s luggage.”

Ah, damn.

That’s so hot.

So fucking hot.

Logically, I know it’s too soon but…

Mrs. Korhonen.

I wish.

I smile at him. “I don’t think she’ll have brought much for an overnight stay.”

And she wouldn’t be in it for long if I had my say, that’s for sure.

Thankfully, he disappears, leaving me with my butterfly of a girlfriend who’s still cooing in the living room whenever she flips on the switch for a big crystal chandelier.

When she sees me leaning against the doorjamb, watching her, she immediately flushes.

But I tut. “None of that.”

“Sorry. I know I’m being gauche.”

I watch as she maneuvers between items of furniture to get to me. “You’re not gauche. I’m happy you’re happy.”

As my arms slide around her waist, she sighs as her hands settle on my chest. “You didn’t have to do this.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, enjoying how she nuzzles into me.

The gentle affection is something I’ve been missing without even knowing I did. That she doesn’t like being touched makes it even more special.

Makesmefeel even more special.

“Stop saying that I didn’t have to do this. If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have. Simple.”

“But it’s true.”

“If you keep on telling me that ‘I don’t have to do this,’ I’m going to be worse than ever.”

“Worse, how?”

“I’m not sure yet, but leave it with me and I’ll figure it out.”

She snorts. “Only with you does that sound like a threat.”

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