Page 60 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“You can date the hockeys, or each other, if you sign the paperwork with HR,” Verity told them as she went to the sink and got down a vase. “HR wasn’t sure if the rules applied to me but said it wouldn’t hurt, so we signed it.”
I had no problem with it. We didn’t need to jeopardize anyone’s career, so we filed it.
Verity put the flowers in a vase, then rejoined me, sitting on a bench by the door as she put on a pair of black flats, then grabbed her wrap, purse, and crutch. “I’ll be back eventually. Don’t burn the house down.”
At my car, I opened the passenger door for her. The sports car was a top-of-the-line, red, and alpha-class. It wasn’t a convertible but had a moonroof.
It also wentfast.
“You don’t have a car, do you?” I said as we drove away.
“My brother Hale is borrowing it since I’m not cleared to drive and Mercy’s not old enough. We’re fine taking public transport or ordering cars,” she told me.
Driving age was eighteen, like the drinking age.
“Was that an ambush, or do they always hang out at your place?” I asked, stomach rumbling at the thought of all that delicious food.Soon.The food would be delicious.
It wasn’t fried chicken, though.
“They like to hang out at our place because I cook for them. They’re all really young and miss home cooking. Also, I’d rather them be there than elsewhere,” she replied. “Can I plug in my phone? I made us a playlist.”
“Sure.” The idea that she’d created a playlist made a tingly sensation shoot through me. “Growing up, Dean’s house was the hangout spot. They always had the best snacks.”
“Where are we going?” Verity connected her phone and sultry music filled the car.
“Surprise.” Anxiousness shot through me. What if she didn’t like it? Given she was new to the city, I thought a romantic, iconic spot would be ideal.
No, she’d like it.I hope.
She squeezed my knee as calming pheromones filled the car. “I’ll love it. Do you know why? Becauseyouchose it.”
“Thanks. Kitten, please don’t feel you need to de-scent yourself for my comfort. I’m just fine with how you smell.” In this enclosed space, I could smell that she’d tried to tamp it down.
I used de-scenting products, but mine didn’t leave a chemical smell. Dean ordered them special from his mom’s friend that made them.
“Okay. It just makes me uncomfortable sometimes with how strong it is. Can I open the moonroof?” she asked.
“Sure. You can adjust the windows and heat, too.” Anything for her comfort.
She opened the moonroof, then turned up the music. All the other windows stayed rolled up. Her look turned coy as she got a fruit roll out of her purse. The kind kids like Dean might get in their lunches when we were little.
Huh? Was she hungry?
“It’s not too long of a drive.” Well, as long as there weren’t any accidents.
“Can I take the edge off that anxiety, Tiger?” She opened the brightly colored fruit roll with her teeth, slowly unpeeling it with only her mouth.
Fucking shit, that was hot.
“What did you have in mind?” Was she going to feed me the fruit roll?
Her hand brushed over the zipper of my pants. “Oh, just a little fantasy I’ve never gotten to play out.”
My dick strained against my pants.
“I’m all yours, Kitten. Play away.” I was here for all her fantasies.
Every. Single. One.
