She gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Let’s get back to fixing this garden.”
I chuckled at her response, and that’s exactly what we did.
We spent the next hour finishing the garden and checking the interior before I said my goodbyes and headed home to get dressed. I sent one of Mikkel’s drivers to pick her up from the location she’d sent me.
As the final touches were made, my heart raced with anticipation. I’d never been this nervous in years. My palmswere sweaty, and I kept adjusting my shirt, hoping everything would be perfect for her. Standing by the entrance, I took a deep breath, lost in my thoughts of hopes and fears.
Would she love the place?
Would she think it was too much?
Would she have fun?
My mind raced with a thousand questions as I scanned the garden, making sure every detail was perfect. Then, I saw her. The moment Nina stepped into view, my breath caught in my throat. She was stunning, more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. Her smile lit up the entire garden, and her eyes shone with delight.
Her beauty grew every time I saw her. Her sleeked-back hair revealed a flawless face, minimal makeup with bold, matte red lips, glowing skin, and deep, expressive eyes.
She wore a black leather mini-skirt that hugged her thighs, a strapped black crop top with a zipper in the middle, her cleavage visible enough to send a rush to my cock, causing an immediate erection. A bit of her perfectly rich dark skin peeked out, making me unsure if I wanted to carve out the eyes of anyone else who saw her or get on my knees and worship her for how great she looked.
My heart raced as she walked closer, each step washing over me with admiration. She was here, looking like a dream, and all I wanted was to make this night as unforgettable for her as she had made this moment for me.
“Nina,” I whispered in awe and adoration.
I walked toward her, my knees wobbling, but stopped inches away.
“Ronan,” she said, and I couldn’t find the words. My mind was still processing her beauty and her scent… God, I’d always loved how she smelled.
“What are you staring at?” She asked, the irritation in her tonecompletely taking me out of my trance.
Sucking in a deep breath, I looked straight into those deep brown eyes and said, “You.”
Her face showed uncertainty as I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she took a step forward, walking ahead of me.
“This place looks familiar.” I had planned for us to sit, but if she wanted to walk, then that’s what we’d do.
“We’ve been here before,” I said, and she stopped, turning to look at me.
“We have?”
I nodded. “It’s where we met.”
Her eyes softened, not with typical sentimentality but with a depth that spoke volumes.
“You remembered,” she whispered.
I placed my hand gently on hers. “I remember everything about you,mio cuore.58”
She smiled widely and continued walking.
“It feels familiar, but different. It looks different now.”
“I had to make some changes over the years, but…”
She stopped abruptly, as if hit by a car’s brakes. “Youmade changes?”
“Yes,tesoro.” I nodded. “I own this place.”
The softness in her eyes returned, and she walked to the bench I had set up for us, sitting down.
