Page 47 of Wicked Proposal

“I don’t want to argue about technicalities today.” I tell her, sighing. “I just want a day to relax.”

“Who’s arguing? I was stating a fact.” She snaps back.

“Okay, I don’t want to argue over factual technicalities, better?” I ask releasing her hand and shift up a gear before I put my foot down up the country lane, opening this baby up a bit.

The next ten minutes passes as silence fills the car. What a way to kill the conversation. Her fingers find mine and strokes them along the back of my hand resting it on the gearstick. Turning my head slightly, I glance between her hand and her mournful eyes, I understand why she gets upset, he should never have done that to her or even put me in that situation. If he’d have listened to me beforehand, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.

“I’m sorry.” She declares with a sliver of a smile appearing on her lips, making me exhale. I’m not angry at her. Lifting her hand back to my mouth I press my lips against the back of her hand and join our fingers, resting it on my thigh.

“Hey, don’t be.” She leans across and rests her head on my shoulder as I see the signpost for where I want to be. I take the turning and follow the road that will take me to the car park. As I move slowly down the dirt track, I hear bricks flicking up behind my wheels. I cringe, screwing my face as the stones hit my paintwork. “Can I just say,” I turn my head to look at her this time, “don’t ever say I don’t do spontaneous again. If those stones ruin my paintwork or chip my screen, shit is going to hit the fan.” She nods, pressing her lips together to stave off a smile. “Just stating a fact of course.”

“Of course.” Emily smirks, nodding her head agreeing with me. Finding the car park and now on tarmac, I breathe easy as I drive round and find us a spot, pulling to a stop. “Where are we?”

“You’ll see now. Come on.” I push open my door and step out, stretching out my shoulders after driving for the last hour and push my door closed. Rounding the car, I meet Emily at the front and pull her against me kissing her head. As she tips her head back, her chin rests on my chest. Stroking my hand down her hair I circle her shoulders and walk with her tucked under my arm.

We follow the path to the end of the car park and out onto the dirt path. It’s like being at home with all these fields surrounding us.

“So, I know you said it was a surprise but unless we’re here to buy a farm or some shit, I have no idea where we are.” I look in the direction of what I’m looking for and stop us, pointing to the place.

“Over there.” I say and she follows my finger with her eyes.

“Is that… is that a gallery?” She walks off in front, but I don’t miss the smile that stretches across her face. Her feet move that little bit faster until she’s almost jogging over there. I don’t get the chance to see her like this often, she’s either in formal work clothes or her comfies when she’s at home. She’s dressed in her blue jeans, a vest top and a small thin jacket with her black converse. Summer is coming to an end and it’s always a little colder when you’re out in the open.

“Yes. I thought we could have a drive out, give you some inspiration… there’s some vintage tea rooms over there too, we can grab a coffee before we leave if you want to.”

Pushing to her tiptoes, a smile so big lights up her whole face creasing the corners of her eyes. “Oh my God, Troy. This is just amazing.”

Lifting her from the ground I hold her close for a second, covering her lips and enjoy the feel of her for a few minutes before dragging my lips away, “You’re welcome, angel.” Her feet find the ground again, and with her teeth sunken into her bottom lip, she turns her head to look back at the gallery.

“Can we go now.” She’s like an excited kid on Christmas morning. She grabs my hand and joins our fingers before pulling me in the direction of the building.

Once through the doors I pay the entry for us both and keep her tucked into my side as we stroll around and look at some of the amazing artwork on display.

After a couple of hours of walking around we sit in the tea rooms with coffee. And you can’t come in a country tearoom without having a cream tea, and currently, Emily is tucking into it, dragging the tip of her finger around the middle scooping out the cream and sucking it off her finger.

With my arms folded on the table I lean forward grinning.

“Want some?” She holds her finger out. I shake my head, politely declining,

“No, thank you. If I lick anything from any part of your body, it’ll be in our home. Not a tearoom full of old people.”

She smiles around her finger; my dick is so fucking hard and it’s pressing against the zip of my jeans. She bares her teeth and pulls them back up her finger. I reach across, taking her finger from between her lips. “You seriously have to stop that, or I’ll be dragging you into one of those fields.”

“What’s wrong, baby?”She asks, batting her eyelashes.

As I adjust myself on the chair, my eyes narrow and picking up my cup, I sip on my coffee knowing I need to change the subject. “So, you didn’t tell me what happened at your meeting yesterday.”

“It was good. I’ve got a contract to look through at home and if I’m pleased with what he offers then I just need to sign it and arrange another meeting.”

“And have you looked through it?”She looks so happy. I love seeing her like this.

“I haven’t really had time yet. I’ll look later or at work tomorrow.” I chew on my cheek, while threading my fingers through the handle of my cup.

“And what is it he’s offering?” I ask quite innocently. I want to know that he’s not going to lead her up some garden path and use her.

“Are we still on this, Troy.” She sighs and stabs her fork into her cake. “It’s a contract for work. For fuck’s sake.” She keeps her voice quiet from the people around her.

“I’m just asking, Em.” I answer tiredly. She’s so testy today. “It was a simple enough question.”

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