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In the last four years, I have prided myself on being a reasonable person. Every decision I've made has been well thought out and closely analyzed to the barest detail. I have really grown into the most level-headed person I know.
This is why I almost slapped myself when I met Aaron's gaze and nodded. "Text me your address."
thirteen
Aaron
I was going to tell her the truth tonight.
I had to. Otherwise, the guilt that had settled at the base of my throat would keep growing until I couldn’t swallow anymore.
The need to finally be done with this secret was so persistent that I was willing to risk her being angry at me. Once that was out of the way, I would explain that I’d only recently found out she was Felicity and meant no harm. Because fuck it. When I’d said I liked her, I’d meant it.
Felicity was unlike any woman I’d ever met. She didn’t have to try to be beautiful. She just was. With her big round glasses, amber eyes, long, sandy-brown hair, and those heart-shaped lips, I couldn’t stop imagining being wrapped around my cock…there was something about her that drew me in like a magnet.
She was surrounded by layers, and I wanted to peel off every one of them to unravel the beautiful mess that I knew lay underneath.
The oven tinged, and I rushed over, putting on a mitt to bring out the chocolate chip cookies I’d tossed in earlier. They smelled good, and I picked up one and took a bite. I smiled as the different flavors exploded in my mouth.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Shit. She was here. The oven mitt had to go, but thankfully, I was already dressed. I willed my fucking heart to stop pounding like that of a teenage boy anticipating his first kiss and strolled to the door.
I could see her face from the built-in high-definition camera by the side of the door and almost smiled when she bit her lower lip, a habit I noticed she did when she was nervous.
This was it. The best way to do it was to just blurt it out. Hi, Felicity. I’m AaRogue, surprise surprise.
Sucking in a breath, I pressed the lock button on the smart doorbell to open the door. Honest to fuck, I’d become so used to seeing her in long skirts and oversized shirts that I had to stop and do a double take as she came into view.
“Hmm, it smells amazing in here,” she said.
I wasn’t listening. Instead of her usual clothes, Felicity wore a crimson dress that hugged her midriff and stopped just below her ankles. I could see the delicate curve of her neck, the delicious outline of her breasts, and the slim curve of her waist before the gown fell freely past her thighs.
The only jewelry she wore was a pair of diamond studs that sat pretty on her ears, and a silver bracelet on her left wrist.
Even her hair looked different. She’d let it fall freely down her back, a stark contrast to how she usually wore it to work, packed into a ponytail behind her back with a pink rubber band.
The only things that remained the same were her round glasses and tote bag.
She looked…exquisite.
“Aaron,” she called, “you’ve been staring at me for the past two minutes like you’ve just seen a ghost. Should I come in or...?”
I snapped my gaze back at her. “Shit. Sorry. No, come in,” I mumbled, taking a step back so she could enter. “Did you have trouble finding this place?”
She shook her head. “Not really. Your house is beautiful, by the way. This wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?” I closed the door, leading her into the kitchen.
“Definitely not a penthouse.”
I knew the second her eyes fell on the cookies.
She glanced at me from behind a shoulder with raised brows. “You bake?”
I tried to shrug. “A hobby.”
“Can I?” she asked, and I nodded.
The cookies were still warm. I watched with bated breath as she reached for one, and bit into it. My cock stirred in my pants. Why the fuck was that erotic to me? I was going crazy.
