Page 46 of Somebody to Save
Chuckling, I peered out into the hallway beyond the wall of glass windows. “I’m at Grant Events.” The office space here was much more modern and sleek than Lake Hills. Although I did still share a space with a few other coworkers, all of whom were out of the office at the moment, giving me a little privacy to talk to my best friend.
Bri had called me right when I’d finished going through the “Kink List,” as it was titled, that Beckett had sent me a few days before. It was an extensive list of kinks, fetishes, scenarios, interests, etc., and all he wanted me to do was indicate my level of interest for each mentioned. It was a detailed, comprehensive list.
A few of them were a definite “no” for me—like any sort of torture or fisting. But several of them were also an enthusiastic “yes”—like dominant/submissive and spanking. I also had to search several of them, like urophilia and felching.
Then there were the ones I was interested in, but I wasn’t completely sold on. The most interesting one being primal play. I hadn’t considered it before, but the idea of running, being chased, and being caught was…intriguing. And a turn-on.
Beckett had already filled it out himself but promised not to send it to me until I was done so my answers wouldn’t be skewed. And he was good for his word. He’d sent his only half an hour after I’d sent mine, and although I hadn’t had a chance to really dig into what he’d answered, I knew that many of our interests aligned. Especially in the realm of control. I wanted to give it up, and he desired to take it.
I already had an idea that would be the case, but it was interesting to see it on paper, too.
“Did you figure out the insurance stuff?”
Still daydreaming of the Kink List, I shook my head and focused back on my best friend.
“Not exactly,” I sighed. “I took her to the doctor to be reevaluatedagain. So, we’ll see what happens. I’m not holding my breath, though.”
“I wish there was something I could do,” my best friend admitted, and my heart hurt with how much I missed her. Bri always made everything better.
“Just being you is enough right now. And honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. It just makes me frustrated and annoyed even thinking about it.”
“Sure, sure. Okay, changing the subject, tell me more about Beckett,” she said excitedly. “I don’t think we’ve talked since you told me about your date before Thanksgiving.”
“That was just last week.”
“Yes, and that’s too long. You spent Thanksgiving together, right?”
Knowing I wasn’t going to get out of this conversation, Isighed and dropped my voice. I didn’t want to get up and close the office door, so I whispered instead.
“Yes, we spent Thanksgiving together. He met Nana and Grams, too.”
Bri gasped. “Addie, you should have texted me! Let me guess, Grams loved him, but Nana was a harder sell.”
Bri and her family lived next door to us for so long, she knew my grandmothers almost as well as I did. So, I wasn’t surprised she’d guessed exactly what had occurred.
“Unfortunately, yes, but it gets worse.”
“No way. Tell me!” she exclaimed before she cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so excited about the prospect that the situation somehow got worse.”
Ashley, one of my coworkers, walked down the hallway and past my office. I waited until I could only faintly hear the click of her heels against the tile before I continued.
“She brought up marriage andchildren,” I whispered through clenched teeth, still confused why she would do that. I hadn’t found the right time to bring it up to her either. I’d taken her to a doctor’s appointment earlier in the week—the appointment that would hopefully mean we’d have the nurse back for four days a week. At least.
And spent time over there after work almost every day. But I still didn’t bring up the subject. Honestly, I was a little nervous about what she might say.
“Oh no, Nana. Why?”
“Apparently, she knows I want to get married and have kids one day, and she was concerned he wouldn’t.”
“Because of your age difference?”
I ran my free hand down my face and spun around in my chair. “I guess so, but couldn’t she have saved the hard questions for when…well, for later? I mean, we’re not even officially dating.”
“But the real question is, did it scare Beckett off?”
It was ridiculous how my pulse raced just at the meremention of his name. How my thoughts scattered, and my attention slipped from anything to him.
We’d both had busy weeks—him getting ready for a big case and upcoming deposition while I was driving my grandmothers everywhere and working on getting the Lake Hills holiday party planned. It was everyone’s favorite event each year, which meant I needed to achieve, or better yet surpass, their high expectations.
