Page 97 of The Mistakes I've Made
“Because I’m still not sure it’s going to work,” I said.
“What? Why? If you’re designing it, it will be brilliant!”
His enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“I don’t get the final say, and as you can see,” I said, holding my hands out to use the room as an example, “we kind of have a certain style we adhere to.”
“So, change it,” he pressed. “Do something different. Be the change, Lani. Show your dad just how amazing you are!”
“I want to. I really do. But, if he hates it, if he rejects the first design, I have to have a backup; otherwise—”
“Otherwise, you’re afraid someone else will come along and take it out of your hands.”
I nodded. “Someone like Becky and her ugly gold sconces.”
I could see the wheels in his head turning.
“Okay, so we go back to Ocracoke and we work our asses off.”
My brow arched. “Ourasses?”
“Do you think I’m just going to leave you high and dry?”
My heart swelled. “No, I guess I don’t.”
“Good,” he said, his smile so genuine and pure that I felt it in my soul. “Then, let’s order some food.”
I pushed him backwards, catching him off guard; otherwise, he wouldn’t have budged an inch. “Not yet.”
“Lani,” he warned, but it was obviously in vain because his body moved along with mine, stepping back toward the chair we’d just vacated. “We don’t have much time.”
“Good.” I grinned, shoving him down. He tumbled into the high wingback chair as I knelt before him, nestling my body between his thighs. “I’ll be quick.”
I hadn’t realized how much I loved the open water until I stepped on a boat with Taylor Sutherland.
Watching him man a boat without a shirt on didn’t hurt either. He was truly in his element out here though, and I could see why so many young tourists had fallen for him over the years.
It was a total turn-on.
Of course, those blonde bitches will have to go through me now, I thought slyly.
And then my gut churned.
Or at least they would for the next month or so.
And then…
I didn’t really want to think about that.
“You look like you’re deep in thought over there,” Taylor said, giving me a wide grin as he walked over to sit by me. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? About going back?”
I smiled. “You mean, am I wishing I were still shacked up in that hotel room, naked, with you? No. Definitely not.”
He chuckled.
“I am wondering why you’re sitting next to me and not over there,” I said, pointing toward the helm or the wheel or whatever the hell it was called, “driving us.”
His brow rose. “That’s cute.”
