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She smiles. “Better than your fetish.”
Our eyes lock and the air pulses between us.
Friends…
I snap my eyes away as I try to rein my thoughts in. “Where is your bedroom?”
She walks me down the hall and into a large room. The king-size bed is centred and covered in fawn velvet bedding with different shades of pink cushions strategically placed. A huge bouquet of various pink fresh flowers sits in a vase on her bedside. She always had fresh flowers in her bedroom; it’s kind of her thing. One wall is filled with windows looking out onto the balcony, and has sheer white curtains hanging in that trendy, too-long style, while the other wall is completely mirrored.
It’s super feminine. It’s super Bridget.
I glance in and see a luxurious bathroom, which looks the same as the other one.
It even smells like her in here, and I feel my cock start to pump as I get an image of her on top of me, naked.
Friends!
“It’s very nice.” I nod as I brush past her and head back out into the living area. I can’t be in that room and not want to fuck her into next week.
I scratch the back of my head, unsure what to say next. “Do you want to go?”
“Sure.”
“We’ll just go look at the apartment first. Our dinner reservation is for eight.”
“Okay.” She smiles as she grabs her bag and a jacket. I stand still and stare at her.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I just want to kiss her.
Every single part of me needs to kiss her. My chest constricts, and I don’t know if this was such a good idea. I’m going to fucking blow it.
“What is it?” she asks, as if reading my mind.
I shake my head. “Nothing.” I pause for a moment. “You look beautiful.”
Her face falls and I want to kick myself. Shit. Friends.
Fucking stick with the program.
“Thanks.” She smiles shyly.
We take the lift in silence and I have to keep my hands in my pockets, so I don’t reach out to take her hand in mine.
I need to stick to the game plan.
Tonight is important.
* * *
BRIDGET
My heart beats frantically in my chest and I don’t think I have taken a breath from the moment he stepped inside my apartment.
The energy from his large body overtook the space, and sent my mind into some kind of hormone-induced stupor.
His dark jeans, huge shoulders, and the look deep in his eyes makes me want to lick every inch of him. I close my eyes in regret.
What am I doing?
Ben seems nervous—maybe not as much as me, but I can definitely feel it coming from him.
We walk out onto the street, and he walks over to a navy Audi that has tinted windows. The lights flash twice as he pushes the lock.
“Whose car is this?” I frown. This isn’t one of Joshua’s cars, since they’re always black.
He looks up the street and back to me as he opens my door. “I bought it today.”
I frown as his eyes hold mine. Huh? He bought a car? “Oh.” I get into the low seat and glance around. Its interior is fawn-coloured leather with that beautiful new car scent. “It’s so nice,” I tell him as I look around.
He walks around to the driver’s side to jump in. “I thought I should stop procrastinating and get my things sorted,” he replies matter-of-factly.
“Your things?” I frown.
“Yes, you know… apartment, car, and stuff,” he says as he pulls put out into traffic.
I nod as I watch him, and my mind starts to go into overdrive. So, he really is serious about staying here. What does this mean? I think for a moment as he drives. “Have you looked at this apartment, or…?” I ask.
“I signed the lease today.”
My eyes flicker between him and the road. “How long is your lease for?”
“Twelve months.”
“Where is it?”
He pulls into a street. “Just in here.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. “Two streets from my house?” I ask.
He nods and his eyes flicker to me as he smirks. “Coincidence.”
“I bet,” I whisper under my breath. I watch his face as he reverses the car into a tight spot.
Okay, so this is becoming a mind-fuck now. He’s bought a car and is living around the corner from me. Maybe he really isn’t going anywhere soon.
We get out and walk into a building that looks like a warehouse. Big, wooden, double sliding gates open up into a trendy courtyard that has a large tree in the centre, with gardens around the base of it, as well as bench seats. Six doors surround the area; three to the left and three to the right. Spotlights are in the gardens, shining up into the tree.
“Wow,” I whisper in awe. “This is nice.”
He smiles and opens the second door to the right. We are greeted by a blue stonewall and a trendy metal staircase.
