Page 22 of Secret Seduction
“The next two weeks are going to be hell.” She squirms in her seat, legs pressing together, and the shirt she’s wearing does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are tight, practically begging for me to wrap my mouth around them.
“Two weeks?” I’m too enraptured in Shae sitting before me, far too consumed with the beauty before me.
“Well, Doctor Gallo says I’m healing nicely. The bleeding has all but stopped, the likelihood of having children is very high, and I shouldn’t need any help. Though, he can’t guarantee that until I get there.” She looks optimistic and happy, making me feel the exact same way. We’ve yet to talk about children. Bringing the subject up while she’s been waiting on today’s results would have been an asshole move. “He also said I should be cleared for everything by my next follow-up appointment, you know, in two weeks.” Her hands drop to the tops of her thighs, a slim finger tracing designs on one, the other staying in place.
“Something tells me we’ll be counting down the days, me more than you.” My hands wrap behind her to cup her assand pull her close while I’m on my knees before her. I’d much rather she were naked, legs propped up on the arms of the chair, her cunt on full display, bare, greedy, me watching as wetness drips from between her spread thighs. I’ve yet to have my mouth on her, but the wait will be more than worth it.
“I highly doubt it’ll be you more than me. I’ve already added the date to my calendar with an alarm.” She might have me beat there. I also have a desk calendar. Never use the fucking thing, probably will now, crossing off each and every day.
“Christ,” I mutter, wanting nothing more than to keep us right where we are, but time will dwindle down, and Shae going hungry isn’t an option. My stomach lets out a loud rumble, ruining the moment further.
“That’s about the size of it. Do you want to order food, or should I?” she asks with a chuckle.
“You can. The app is on my phone. The code is nine-five-three-zero.” I stand up, dropping a kiss to the tip of her nose, a look of complete shock that I handed over my phone on her face.
“Um, okay. Any preference?”
“I’m not picky. Sandwiches might be ideal with how busy all the other restaurants will be,” I suggest, plus I can scarf it down and not be late.
“Perfect. What kind?” Her head is down while she’s looking at the screen, tongue lifted at the corner of her mouth.
“Moma Rosa’s?” Shae nods. “I’ll take the Italian with the house pasta salad, and a Coke.”
“Order from there a lot, do you.” There’s a teasing tone in her voice.
“More than I care to admit. They also have damn good pizza.”
“I’ll do the same, minus the onions.” Damn, she has a point.
“Hold mine, too.” I toss her a wink, moving to sit on the couch, and pat my lap for her to join me. The way she looks at me, a mischievous grin on her face, fuck me. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to be able to resist Shae Parker, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that both of us will be leaving this office feeling a hell of a lot better.
14
SHAE
“Are you crazy? You shouldn’t be carrying your purse, have your hands full of coffee and bags of bagels!” Coralynn greets me the next day at LITHE. I’ve barely made it through the door, and she’s about to have a shit fit. Okay, maybe a coronary would better describe the tizzy my sister is putting herself in.
“Well, here, help me, then.” I shove one of the drink carriers into her hands. Coralynn scrambles not to drop them. I knew the girls would be here bright and early, especially since we have some chatting to catch up on about two people. Plus, I need to tell them the news Doctor Gallo gave me, and I’d much rather do it in person and swear my sister to secrecy once again. I really don’t want her to slip in front of our parents and them make a big deal out of literally nothing.
“Fine.” She huffs out a breath. “Someone woke up on thewrong side of the bed, which is saying something since you wake up beside McHottie every day lately.”
“Stalker much?” We walk together through the lobby and to the back room. Lyric and Lennie are here already, or at least their cars are. I’m not sure about Winnie with her husband, Johnny, working late at night into the early morning, and they try to squeeze in every moment they can with the three of them. Kennedy has to take Briar to school before she makes her way to the studio, and Maci may not even make it depending on her and Tysen’s schedule, since they work together on his private jet.
“Well, you’re the one who shares your location with me, remember?” Coralynn is right, unfortunately. I’d suggested we create a circle on the app, she joined, and we promised to never pause our location or tell our parents where we’re at in case they do a drive-by. Believe me, they would, especially if we don’t answer the phone, or they knew with a click of a button where we were.
“Don’t remind me.” It’s biting me in the ass right now. Except I’m smiling the entire time. Our bond is tight, and while we bickered a lot growing up, as most siblings do, over the years, it’s only gotten better.
“Whatever. As if you don’t check my location when I’m out of town just as much.” We make our way to the break room, and I stop in my tracks. Everyone is here, all of the girls. I shouldn’t be surprised because I’ve learned a thing or two in the past couple of weeks. This is a girls’ girl, we-ride-at-dawn type of group, except my flabbers are still ghasted.
“Get in here and tell us every single thing.” Lennie is the ring leader of the group today, which doesn’t surprise me inthe least. The last week or so, she’s been miserable in the ways most pregnant women are in this stage of their pregnancy. Lennie’s been peeing non-stop, and sleeping is coming in spurts; she even mentioned nesting, too. Kennedy mentioned she walked into Lennie and Asher’s place, saw her sister-in-law on her hands and knees scrubbing the grout lines. Apparently, this is normal, and Lennie kept doing it the entire time while they talked about her family coming in from Wyoming.
“Yes, Lennie has to be home before noon, or Asher will bring the cavalry in the form of the fire truck. She overdid it yesterday with housework, and now her ankles are swollen.” Winnie points to where Lennie is sitting with her feet propped up. My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets.
“Please tell me you didn’t drive. We could have done this another time, for instance at your house while you’re in bed.” I take the drinks out of the carriers; I picked up a mix of iced coffees with cream sans the sweeteners in case some like or don’t like it. I also got some iced teas, doing the same with sugar. Coralynn said the girls would be here when we talked on the phone earlier, but she didn’t tell me how many of them. Which meant grabbing a variety of everything and go from there. Whatever would be left could be eaten the next day; the drinks would be devoured easily between the instructors here, too.
“I drove,” Kenny speaks up. “Asher called me and said the only way she’s allowed to leave the house is with a chaperone. This is truly who he is. When I was pregnant, he was the exact same way.” She grabs a drink from the table, going after the iced coffee. Lyric starts taking out the food andcondiments, and I grab another chair, attempting to carry it when Coralynn moves in.
“Not today, sister. I know there’s a no lifting a certain amount of weight for two to six weeks,” Maci pipes in, helping my sister with her tsking at me for doing a simple task.
