Page 62 of Mr. Delicious
“And do you want the gorgeous, delicious man who worships the ground you walk on?”
That was a no brainer.
“I do.”
“Fantastic, now snap out of this shit funk of self-pity and non-sense about embarrassment. Embrace the goodness.”
Embrace the goodness. Yes.
I still felt that tug of embarrassment, but would I allow it to ruin the very best thing that had ever happened to me?
No.
“Okay.” I nodded even though I knew she couldn’t see me. “I can do that.”
“Good.”
I smiled to myself. “Thanks Stella. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I know. Now, Miss Wren, I don’t expect to see you this side of the world for a while. Bring me back something from Rome.” She laughed.
The thought of Rome was good, but there was a plan I had to put in motion first.
My Mr. Delicious had made it his mission to make me happy.
I was going to do that for him too and right now I knew of only one thing that made him happy.
It was a start. The start of me doing whatever I could to be what he was for me.
Everything.
He was my everything.
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Adam
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The birds chirping outside made me stir and my eyes fluttered open. Feeling a little disorientated I opened one eye, then the other and looked about me.
The window had been left open and it brought in the fresh scents of morning. That and something that always made my day that much better.
Cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies.
Wren’s cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies.
I bolted upright at the thought knocking off a blanket that had been placed over me.
Last night. I remembered last night. How Wren found out who I was and that she was mad at me.
But if she was mad how would I be smelling my favorite cookies?
I got up and made my way into the kitchen and there she was.My girl.
She’d just pulled out a tray of heaven when she saw me come in. Her hair was pilled on top of her head in a messy bun and she wore a cute little pink top that clung to her breasts just the way I liked it.
And shorts, she was wearing shorts. Short denim shorts that showed off her golden, slender legs.
