Page 44 of Mr. Delicious
She looked worried. “I never even kiss on the first date. You’re the first man I’ve ever slept with like this. We just started talking last week. I don’t want you to think that this is what I’m like.”
I felt touched she would explain that to me. “I know who you are, Wren. Remember, we like each other. There doesn’t need to be any more explanation than that.”
She smiled up at me as I tweaked her nose playfully.
“Could it really be that simple, just like that?”
“Yes. It is that simple. We can make it that simple.”
“I want it to be that simple.” A fan of black lashes flickered over her cheeks then she stared deeply into my eyes.
“Me too.”
For some reason I found myself thinking about Chad’s story about his grandparents. To me they seemed to always know from just looking at each other that they were supposed to be together. I knew two and a half years ago when I first saw Wren that there was something special about her. Something that I couldn’t quite describe.
Now I knew I wanted her to be mine. All mine. Mine to have, for me. Mine to cherish and spoil. Mine to take care of.
“Wren, I’ll happily spend all day in bed with you, but I know how excited you are to be here. We’re in Paris. Let me take you out and spoil you.”
She thought for a moment.“Okay. But, since I already feel spoiled you can’t spoil me too much. You’ve spent enough on me.”
Wow, I’d have to write this down, and remember today. She had to be the first woman I’d met who seriously had no interest in my money.
“You’re thinking about money?”
“AJ, I know you’ve spent a fortune on me already. I don’t care about all of that.” And there were the words rolling off the tip of her beautiful tongue.
I sat up and looked at her. It was that name again that got me:AJ. I needed to tellher my real name. It was the right thing to do.
But now?
My brain was still buzzing from having her, and what did I say?
Thanks for the great sex, and by the way my name is Adam Jordin, the guy you got your business loan from.
I definitely had to tell her soon.
I’d play it by ear, and tell her the first chance I got.
“That makes you all the more special to me.” I focused on our conversation, better to do that. “Why don’t you go and see the stuff I got you?”
“Oh my gosh I forgot. Thank you so much.” She sat up too, giving me a better view of her full breasts.
Before she got off the bed, my phone rang. The ringtone told me it was my father, and I remembered the shit I left my brother in. I let the phone ring out as I watched Wren make her way into the bathroom.
I went to the toilet to sort myself out, dragged on a pair of boxers, and called Dad back.
“Where the hell are you?” He sounded furious.
“I’m in Paris.”
“Paris.” His voice reverberated and the line sounded full of static. “What the hell are you doing in Paris?”
Yup. He was furious, and I could imagine his face now as I looked at my own reflection in the mirror. I was the splitting image of the old man. My brother, Marc, looked like Mom.
“Stuff.” I knew that would make him madder.
“You’re with a woman, aren’t you?”
