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I am finding it difficult to keep my hands to myself. This beautiful creature has taken all my attention. I gesture to a couch on the far end of the room, facing an already-burning fireplace. We walk over, my hand finding its way to her lower back yet again. As we settle in side-by-side, her subtle citrus and cinnamon scent has my cock twitching in my pants.
“Would you like a glass of wine? They have an opulent pinot noir they’re very well known for.”
A slight nod being the only confirmation I need, I pour us each a glass. I lean back against the plush couch, noting her lovely eyes watching me with curiosity and a hint of caution. My gaze meets hers when I decide I needed to know something I have no right to ask so soon.
“So, tell me something…”
“What do you want to know?” she asks shyly. Sitting back and getting comfortable, she crosses her legs, placing a lazy hand on her thigh as she sips her wine.
“Why would your husband ever want to give up having you to himself?”
She gasps at my brazen question.
“Tá brón orm, a mhuirnín. I’m thrilled to have a chance to get to know you. Just from our limited conversations, I can’t imagine not holding on to you once you were mine.”
She raises a brow at me teasingly. “I’m gonna need a glossary to keep up with the Irish vocabulary you’re throwing out there.”
“It means ‘I’m sorry,’” I chuckle.
She stares into my eyes for a brief moment, letting out a soft sigh before responding. “Honestly? He said that he was unsatisfied that I was the only woman he had ever been with sexually. That he wanted to experience all that life has to offer.” She lets out a huff. “Really, though, looking back over the lastmonths since he made his declaration, I think he just wanted a pass to fuck his coworker.”
Her eyes suddenly go round and she gasps, cupping her hand over her mouth like she can’t believe she just said that aloud.
A strangled laugh makes its way out of my throat.
“Here I thought I was being direct,” I joked as I place my hand over hers, still resting atop her thigh.
Fire licks my skin just from slight contact, and a heated look in her eyes tells me she feels it too.
“I’m sorry that he’s hurting you. Selfishly, though, I am genuinely excited that you are allowing me a chance to get to know you.”
We spend our time together chatting and sharing simple parts of ourselves: my favorite color, her favorite band. I tell her how my nephew created my profile when he came to my office while I was in a meeting and had left my phone on my desk. She shares with me how her friend Ryan did something similar. Never diving into anything too serious, our conversation flows pleasantly. As much as I want to dismantle the walls she’s put up since her husband blew up her world, I know I need to move slowly and take my time.
We share a decadent meal made by Lorenzo, my close friend and the house chef. Before I moved from my home in Ireland, I had the displeasure of dining with his former employer, and I may have suggested to him that should he ever decide to leave the asshole he was working for at the time, I’d assist him in opening his own restaurant. He just happened to look me up when he learned I moved here to help my sister. Being an original investor provides its perks, such as this room.
“So, tell me something.” Hadley’s words echo mine from earlier.
Raising a brow, I gaze into her eyes and wait for her to continue.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s giving me butterflies.” She groans, realizing she said the words out loud.
I lightly brush my fingers across her cheek, feeling her quiver at my gentle touch.
“A mhuirnín, you have been stealing my breath since I saw your photos last night. I’ll tell you…” I pause as I gather my thoughts. “My favorite is the image of you holding a coffee mug between your hands, sitting cross-legged on a couch. It looked like you were in a café, and you had the most fantastic smile on your face. You looked like you could conquer the world in that moment.”
The way her face lights up at my declaration makes my half-hard cock throb in my trousers.
“What is it that you wanted to know, gorgeous?”
“I, uh…” Her cheeks are crimson, like she’s still processing my words. “You mentioned your nephew signed you up for the app.”
It’s a statement, not a question. I can tell she’s trying to formulate the thought.
“I’m just curious, as generous and kind as you are, why did he feel you needed it? I mean, look at you.”
I chuckle at her response as my eyes roam over her. Has she seen herself? How the fuck her husband could want anyone but her is beyond belief. He must be out of his damn mind, but his stupidity is definitely my gain.
Chapter Six
