Page 109 of Fall to Me
“You did? And how’d he take the news?”
She hands the pictures back to me, and I place them inside my purse and shut the drawer.
“He’s excited and scared. We had a long discussion that I think eased his mind, then we celebrated,” Aspen says, wiggling her eyebrows.
I burst into a giggle. “Ooh-la-la.”
“At first, he was scared to have sex. Like, dude, you’re big, but you ain’t that big.”
“Wait.” I stop her. “He was scared to have sex? Why?”
“It’s a common fear men have. They probably think they’re going to poke the baby in the head or something.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh my gosh, stop it.”
“It’s true. Anyways, all it took was me calling him Daddy, and he just about lost his fucking mind. Best sex of my life,” she says, returning back to her seat.
“Have you told your mom yet?” she asks.
“No,” I say, taking a pen and a notepad out of my drawer. “I think we’ll tell everyone at Christmas. Want to tell them together?”
A huge smile spreads across her face. “Hell, yes. I think we can have some fun with it.”
“I can’t wait!”
“Now about the gala,” she says. “Andrea’s been handling everything. There’s just a lot that needs to be finalized. I want this to be perfect for Cal.”
“It will be,” I assure her, my smile widening. “I promise. We got this.”
We divvy up the tasks, then she returns to her office as I begin to look over the dinner menu options. I don’t know what she was thinking. I love to eat, I’m hungry, and everything on this menu looks amazing. I lose track of time as I tick off each item. Ooh, she left me in charge of the seating arrangements? I raise a brow.
This should be fun.
My co-workers’ footsteps echo throughout the hallway as they trickle out of the building to head home. It’s not long until Carter strides into my office, showered, with his wet hair falling across his brow and his cologne cutting through the air like an aphrodisiac. A navy-blue long-sleeved shirt stretches tight across his broad chest, and his jeans fit so perfectly on his nice, round ass, causing my core to throb. He is fine as hell.
I glance at the clock on the wall, seeing it’s a little after six.
“It’s time to go, baby. Everyone’s already left, and the roads aren’t getting any clearer. Are you about done?”
Every time that man calls me baby, I feel my stomach hollow.
“Not even close,” I say, as my eyes eat him up. Closing my laptop, I set it to the other side of my L-shaped desk, then stand and saunter over to him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his head down to kiss me. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me; all I know is I need him.
Right. Now.
Thirty-Four
Carter
“I have a secret to tell you, Fight Club,” she whispers against my lips.
“Oh yeah? What’s that, baby?”
“Remember last season when you put on that little show for me? It was the first time you told me you were playing the game for me.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I nod.
