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His compliment meant a lot. “Thanks. You’re home early.” I glanced at the clock, having thought I had another hour until he’d arrive home. “I’ll get changed.” I got up from the bed, realizing his eyes were still on me.
“Yeah. Um, take your time.” He seemed to break out of his trance and moved out of the room.
Once I was ready, I found him in the living room. He smiled, and I took his offered arm, letting him lead me out to the car. It was the first time in weeks I could walk without a crutch.
“So, how does it feel?”
“Amazing. I came back here and took an absurdly long shower, simply because I could do it without having to put plastic bags around everything and was able to use both hands while washing my hair.”
He laughed, helping me into the car and, once I was settled, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. “When do you start occupational therapy?”
“Day after tomorrow. I scheduled it at a place next door to the Children’s Hospital, as I started volunteering there. It’s something to do with my time this summer until I have to move home.”
He frowned. “If you move home.”
“Right. If I move home.” At this point, I was feeling less defeated and more like myself. However, I’d need to start looking for a job soon if I wanted to make staying here remotely possible.
During dinner at a local seafood restaurant, we talked nonstop about his hotel business in Cabo and my doctors’ appointments then slipped into small talk. Once we got back into his car, he glanced over and grinned. “Are you up for attending a party?”
“What kind of party?”
“Hollywood type. You’ve been itching to get out of the house. Plus, there’s someone I want you to meet there.”
“Sounds intriguing. Who is it?”
He shook his head. “It’s a surprise. So, my car service dropped you at a spa today after your appointment. Did you have a good time?”
“If you could call a bikini wax a good time. But I guess the purpose of one is to ensure a good time later, not while getting one. Sort of gives new definition to the whole ‘no pain, no gain’ concept.”
“Right.”
An awkward silence followed. Then we both started talking at once and then stopped.
I giggled, watching his eyes glance over.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“The irony, I suppose.”
He arched a brow. “Do tell.”
He exuded sex appeal while driving the car, with his tie slightly loose and his button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows showing the strength of his forearms. Now it was time to try to display some of my own.
“The irony is that talking about a bikini wax is now uncomfortable when three weeks ago there was nothing awkward about tasting myself on your lips, having you make me come for the first time, or taking you to the back of my throat.”
I was rewarded with the sharp intake of his breath and his pained expression. When his eyes finally focused on me, they were an incredibly dark green color. “You can’t say shit like that to me.” His voice sounded strained.
I shrugged. “See, you’re proving my point. I used to be able to tell you anything.” My eyes wandered down as he adjusted himself with one hand. Holy shit, had I made him hard? “Are you—?”
“Stop. We can’t have this conversation. I told you no repeats.”
Some girls might want to cry, some might prefer to shout, however I needed a minute to examine my emotions before doing either of those things. He might continue to fight it, but at least he wasn’t unaffected by me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked after the next ten minutes of silence.
“I’m contemplating whether or not to tell anyone where to locate your body after I kill you.”
He smirked. “There would be a lot of disappointed women at the funeral.”
