“My point was that while I like you just the way you are, it’s kind of nice to see a more playful side—to see you letting loose even a little.”
I meet his eyes in the mirror, giving him a soft smile. “I haven’t had a lot of things to be happy about lately, nor have I felt playful, but I get the feeling that’s about to change. I’m almost done getting ready. How about I meet you downstairs in five minutes? Maybe ten. I need to finish my coffee.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He sighs, moving forward to brush his lips across the top of my head before grabbing his coffee and heading for the door.
Done with my mascara, I take another long drink of my coffee before sitting on the edge of my bed so I can pull my shoes on.
After the day I had yesterday, this is certainly not how I saw today going.
I’m going to have to thank Lark for opening my eyes. She’s going to be so gleeful about being right.
I wonder what else I’ve missed while I’ve only been paying half attention to the world around me.
But today’s a new day, and I promise myself to make more of an effort to pay attention to the world around me.
Picking my cup back up, my thoughts find their way back to Christian as I sip my coffee.
I still love him so much. I’m pretty sure a part of me always will.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t move on with my life. I know that’s what my love would want for me.
I can still feel guilt gnawing at me, even knowing he wouldn’t want me to be alone for the rest of my life.
How can I move on from him when I’ve never really allowed myself to grieve him?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts as I realize my coffee is gone. A glance at my watch shows me we’re going to be late opening the office, which is fine since our first appointment isn’t until eleven.
I push to my feet and head for the stairs. There’s no reason to make us even later by losing myself in my thoughts.
Plus, I can’t help thinking about what Prescott said. He liked that I let loose, and you know what? So did I.
Maybe I don’t have to be the ice queen I’ve spent the last ten-plus years being.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Luna
Ididn’t realize how sexy it would be to watch Prescott get dressed for work.
Watching him undress? Sure, that makes sense, but there was something sensual about observing him as he dressed.
It probably also has something to do with the clothes he wears.
I’ve always admired the corset vests he wears. He’s the first and only man I’ve ever seen wear a corset, and they’re not for everyone, but he looks delicious in them. Add the fitted pants over his delectable ass, and I was definitely filling his bedroom with my perfume.
Because he’s a gentleman, he didn’t mention it, but I saw the grin on his face while he got ready.
Not to mention the flexing he was doing. I bet he doesn’t do that when he’s alone.
When he offers me his arm once he leaves his house, I don’t hesitate to take it—even though I know tongues will be wagging and the entire town will hear about it by lunchtime.
The joys of small-town living.
“I’m glad you don’t have any other meetings besides the one with Betsy today,” he says as we stroll down the street.
We both live close to the office. It had been a five-minute walk to his house from mine, and it’ll take us ten to get to the office.
“Oh? Why’s that?” I ask, tilting my head so I glance up at him to find him grinning down at me.
