Page 37 of Giovanni
“That was sweet of you to help. Thank you.”
As I pull into the line of traffic back to my place, I can’t help but feel satisfaction at her appreciation of my chivalrous gesture.
“Always happy to help.”
She will love my dinner surprise if she thinks that small act is sweet.
“I’m famished! This eating healthy keeps me hungry all the time.”
She adjusts the vents on her side of the dashboard, the heat blowing on high in case she’s cold in the brisk night air.
“Now, what’s this about a surprise?”
Her comment about being famished and her struggle with eating healthy makes me even more eager to reveal the surprise.
“Ah, you’ll see soon enough. I’ve got something special planned for dinner.”
I keep the details vague to heighten the anticipation. The drive back to my loft is quick with the synchronized traffic lights. I steal occasional glances at Kacie, her curiosity evident in her expression. As we approach my loft, she leans forward inher seat, flashing me a knowing look when I pull through the entrance gate of my building.
“I hope you’re ready for a good meal and a relaxing evening,” I tease, pulling into the parking space.
Kacie’s eyes light up, otherwise she remains quiet. I jog around to her door, opening it while collecting her belongings to head up to the loft. As I open the door and usher her inside, her reaction to the carefully arranged setting, the candles on the table, the soft jazz music, and the cozy setup on the couch—is priceless. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a delighted smile spreads across her face.
“Wow, Giovanni, did you do all this?” While I deposit her bags on the entry table, she takes in the scene. “It smells amazing in here.”
“I thought we could enjoy a quiet dinner together, just unwind and relax.”
I lead her to the table to sit while I pour the wine and get the first servings ready for us. She side-eyes me.
“You mean sex.”
“Not necessarily. But just for the record, I’d never turn down a chance to be with you.”
My hands curl around the edges of her coat, her perfume tantalizing me. Even though I masturbated twice today, I could easily take her again and again if she let me. My cock standing at attention agrees when I poke her from behind with it.
“Never.”
She laughs at my emphasis while slipping out of her heavy winter coat. A cold front is blowing in tonight, and I can’t think of a better way to keep warm than burying my face between her ass cheeks and taking her orally.
“Good to know. Although don’t be upset, I have some work that needs to be done. With leaving early and all . . .”
Her arms rub up and down the sides of her body, trying to chase away a chill, and I walk to the thermostat to make it warmer for her.
Early.
She’s already put in more hours than most this week, so leaving at the normal work time is not early. However, she shouldn’t have to apologize to me for being so dedicated. That’s not how I want our relationship to be. Not beholden to each other like my mamma is to my dad. Ugh.
“Good, I needed to work too.”
My hands find her hips, pulling her toward me to give her a succession of kisses.
“Work?” Her eyebrows wrinkle at my statement. “Tell me more.”
I give her a couple more kisses, then step away to get everything on the table so we can sit and talk. Something about the homeyness of having her over, eating together, and sharing our day fills me with contentment. As if I’ve found the peace and settled feeling, I didn’t know I needed so much. I briefly think about yesterday with Seb and what he said about Chloe.
I’m beginning to see why he feels so passionately for her. It’s what she gives him. What Kacie gives me is freedom. Freedom to be myself without being clingy or pressuring me to change. If I were to tell a woman my age that my family is pressuring me to go into medicine, she would join their side. But with Kacie, she just wants me to be happy and do what I love. It’s a night and day difference.
“Giovanni? Are you okay? Is it work?”
