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“Oh, hi Tash.” He smiles.
She smiles nervously and immediately stands as Adrian flicks me a knowing look.
“Hi Adrian.” She smiles. “Are you ok?” she asks him.
“Yes, mother, I am ok.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
I smile at their interaction. Natasha cares for Adrian and has taken to being a mother hen to him.
“Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” she asks.
He smiles broadly. “Who’s cooking?”
She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would.”
I stand and shake my head. “You should learn to cook, presh,” I reply.
She smirks. “That’s why I’m marrying you. I need a slave, Stanton.”
I narrow my eyes and slap her hard on the behind. “Behave,” I murmur as I turn and start to shut down my computer. She walks over to the door and starts to talk to Adrian and I finish up for the day.
The thing is, after the day I have had I should be in a much worse mood than I am. Lucky for me my girl knows what I need better than I do and a deep sense of contentment sweeps over me. Having her here with me and on my side is all that I need.
Chapter 7
Natasha
“We will have the salmon, thank you.”
“Yes, will that be all?” the waiter replies.
Joshua nods and hands over the menu. “Thank you.”
It’s 8 pm and we have escaped the crowd at our house and are at the back of a swanky restaurant in a curved bench seat. The ambience is dark and romantic with candlelight flickering gently on our faces. I am wearing another of Adrian’s sexy black dresses and sky-high stilettos and Joshua is in his standard charcoal orgasmic suit. The rest of the gang are hitting the clubs tonight and Joshua has taken me on the date alone that I desperately wanted. Our security guards are seated at the front of the restaurant and are eating here too.
Joshua’s eyes flick to me as he tops up my wine glass. “So is this a full-service date?” he asks.
I smile. “Maybe. Depends what the definition of full-service date is.” I take a sip of my wine. Bloody hell, that wine is good shit.
He smirks. “I think you know the definition of full service, my beautiful slut.”
I smile and pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. “Well then, yes, this is a full service date Mr Stanton,” I whisper darkly.
“Have you put any thought into where you want to move to?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders and blow out a breath. “Not really.”
“I was thinking we might move into an apartment for a while,” he says matter-of-factly.
I frown. “Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know… privacy.”
My heart drops. I knew he didn’t want to live with the girls. “Does it bother you having the girls staying with us?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No more than it bothers me Cameron living with us.”
I frown. “I thought you liked living with Cameron?”
