Page 51 of Promise Me Ever After
“Because there were customers waiting.”
“And you’d rather get the hell out of the kitchen than speak to me?”
Georgie looked down at the floor. “I didn’t know how to react to you today.”
“That’s pretty obvious.” I grimaced.
“Last night…” she began.
I placed a finger on her lips. “Ssshh. Let’s get you fixed up, then I’ll take you home. We can talk more there.”
23
Georgie
If you’d have toldme that less than twenty-four hours after Alex had given me the most earth-shattering orgasms I’d ever experienced, that he would be knelt in front of me trying to wrap cling film around my burned hand, I would have laughed in your face.
My hand throbbed. The burn wasn’t too bad, certainly nothing I hadn’t experienced before, you didn’t work in a restaurant and not expect some scars. But the way Alex had fussed over me and insisted I should go home was something new.
“How are you feeling? Do you want some painkillers?” He glanced up at me, sapphire blue pools full of concern.
A couple of ibuprofens would certainly help with the dull ache in my head as well. A definite ‘thinking’ headache. “Please.”
He got to his feet and kissed the top of my head before going into the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing the cupboards trying to find a glass, then the tap running. Within moments, he was back in the living room and sat back down on the sofa next to me.
“Here.” He handed me the glass and two pills. “Seriously, your kitchen needs some work. I can’t find anything in there.”
Obediently, I took them and sipped the water. “Yeah, I know.” I let out a sigh. “This whole house needs work.”
Alex glanced around the living room. I saw it through his eyes. The flowered wallpaper which hadn’t been changed in years, patterned curtains which didn’t match—well anything—and a rug which had definitely seen better days. At least there was a decent sofa and a dresser which didn’t look too dated.
“Typical isn’t it.” I waved my wrapped hand at him. “As I was thinking of making some changes around here, I go and injure myself.”
“Hmmm.” Alex narrowed his eyes. “I guess I could always help you.”
“Oh, wait, I wasn’t angling for that.”
“I know you weren’t. But I’d be happy to help you turn it into a single girl’s pad.”
The wordssingle girl’s padstuck in my head from his response. I took a deep breath to steady myself. All the conversations I’d had with Darcy and Ems about having fun,notbeing serious with someone,notfalling too quickly and I was already beating myself up about some throwaway comment Alex had made.
He must have caught the expression on my face. “Rather than a nanna’s house. I mean, it’s a nice place and everything. With a decent paint job, you’ll take years off it.” A grin crossed his face. “It would be fun to do something together.”
“Well, yeah, if you’ve got the time.” I tried to keep my tone light; to not show he’d affected me in any way with his words. “I can pay you.”
“Don’t be silly. You’ve already paid enough for my services.” Alex laughed.
“It was for charity.” I pouted.
“Georgie, spending more time with you would be enough. I don’t need paying to do that.”
I grinned. Music to my ears, not only getting to be with Alex more but also transforming this place into somewhere I wanted to stay for good. “You might regret agreeing to that.”
“I doubt it, Georgie. I doubt it.” A smile ruffled his mouth.
We sat in silence, the tension between us crackling. After a beat, Alex’s hand went to my wrist, taking the silver bracelet between his fingers.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, gaze focused on the stars.
