Page 27 of Truth
Laughing, I lean forward and kiss those perfect lips. I want this moment to last forever. How can I have just met a man and feel so connected and protected?
“Just fuck me, you big dummy!” His smile is contagious, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
“Say please.” His voice is sensual, the words calming our playfulness. I can’t help but stare as he accentuates his statement by pulling in his bottom lip and biting it as his eyes drift down my body.
“Please. Fuck. Me. King.” I accentuated each word like swigs of gasoline being thrown on a fire.
I am met with the sexiest smile as he brings his knees in between my legs, pausing only as a recognition that we are going to burn this damn place to the ground.
We sleep for another hour before dragging ourselves away from each other. As I put my dress back on, I realize I don’t have underwear or a bra to wear, which is probably a good thing.
“Hungry?” His pearly whites gleam from that gorgeous smile.
“Hell yes.” I grab my heels and put them back on, then run my fingers through my hair. “I need to wash my face, and I need a toothbrush. Got any spares for your hookers?”
“Ha, use mine, hater.”
Smiling, I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face and give myself a quick wipe down with a washcloth. I brush my teeth the whole time, trying to ignore my rumbling tummy.
“Come on, gorgeous. I’m getting grumpy… Car’s waiting.”
“Coming,” I call out, grabbing my purse from the counter when I round the corner. King is standing at the door in jeans, a white T-shirt, and sneakers. My god, I’ve never seen something so sexy. All six foot four of him, with his dark brown hair and stubble, just leaning against the doorframe exuding sex appeal.
“I think I’m a little overdressed.” I do a little spin.
“You’re perfect.”
Grabbing my waist, he kisses me, then leads me to the car.
We drive out to a little restaurant overlooking the river in the city. It has an elegant dining room, bordered in glass walls with linen tablecloths and crystal glassware that pulls just enough sparkle from the sun on the surrounding patio that a tiny rainbow is reflected on the corner of the table we pass.
Sitting outside on the patio, he orders for the both of us while I enjoy the scenery. It doesn’t feel controlling but rather polite. The weather depicts a perfect summer day, and the sun on my shoulders feels lovely. I rest my head back with my eyes closed to take it all in, letting the heat wash over me. I stay like that for a long moment. I’m almost too afraid to open my eyes because this moment feels surreal and yet so perfectly natural. It’s like a preview into my future—a future I know isn’t an option.
“What time is it?” I ask, knowing there isn’t an answer I’m going to like.
“Regretting our twenty-four-hour agreement?” I can hear his smile, his cocky hopefulness.
“No, my phone is dead, and time just seems to be moving and stopping all in the same day. It’s been a little whirly.” I laugh, opening my eyes to his staring right into me. “Stop looking for a deeper meaning, King.” Even I can hear the lie woven into my words.
“But there is one. I can see it.”
“How can you see anything?” I squint because I’m lacking sunglasses, and I put my hand up to block the sun while I try and deflect.
“Here, baby.” Holding out his glasses across the pristine white-linen table, he winks, and I take them, giving my eyes immediate reprieve.
“Chivalry isn’t dead.” The waiter delivers our food, serving King first.
“You spoke too soon.” His smile is ironic as he examines his food. He scoops up the yolk with his toast, then pops it into his mouth. “How’s your food, gorgeous?”
“Fantastic. I’m embarrassed to be inhaling my crepes so quickly, but it’s so good. I’ve been wanting to try this place out but haven’t gotten around to it…” My voice trails off at the end. I don’t want to talk about my old life. The life I had pre-weekend.
“Why?” His forehead wrinkles, fork held midair. I love/hate that he’s so perceptive.
“Well, for one I live far from the city, which I hate because work is all consuming lately.” I hated the house Nick chose to rent when we moved in together—so suburban, so removed from all the damn fun.
“Tell me what you do.”
“Am I going to have to do all the work? Sheesh. I work for a company that specializes in social media marketing and branding.” I love my job, I love that I work with my best friend, and I love the fast pace of it all.
