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She starts to get up from the couch, but loses her balance and plops back down. The rest of the wine in her glass empties all over the sofa.

You could have at least drank white wine instead of red.

I grab my shoes and start inching my way to the stairs. Any other day, I’d take the time to cater to Magdalene and watch her lick her emotional wounds, but today is not that day. I had a great date, a wonderful night and an even better morning and I’m not about to let her ruin any more of it. The mess in the kitchen and living room will stay right where it is for now, and I’ll deal with it later.

“I’m going to head upstairs and take a shower. Get some rest, Magdalene, I’ll come down and check on you later,” I say.

She mumbles something incoherent and empties the rest of the wine bottle into her glass. I shake my head in disgust, unable to hide how I feel any longer. I hope she sobers up sooner rather than later, because this isn’t the Magdalene I know. I don’t know who the hell this is, other than a sad shell of a woman.

I cover my mouth and try to keep the yawn from escaping. Despite the restful sleep from last night, I still feel exhausted, and desperately want to relax and unwind before Jacob comes home. I walk over and stand in front of my window wondering where Asher is and if he can see me. As if he’s reading my mind, my phone rings, and I reach to answer.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says.

I smile and lean against the window. “Hello, Mr. Jordan,” I say.

“I see you’ve made it home okay. Look over to your right a little and give me a wave.”

I look over and squint to the room with the telescopes. Asher’s standing there waving and I laugh before waving back.

“What are you about to do?” he asks.

“Well,” I say. “I’m going to take a long hot bath and relax for a little while. Jacob isn’t here right now, so I have some time to myself.”

“So, you could have stayed with me a little longer,” he says.

“Actually, I definitely need to be home. Magdalene is here and she’s an absolute mess. She’s drunk and rambling on and on about men and their money. I have no clue as to how long she’s been like this. I’m going to get settled and then see if I can get her sobered up a little, because right now, she looks terrible. But that’s my concern, not yours. What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I’m exhausted, so I’m going to take a shower and rest up too. I would let you go, but I’m enjoying the view too much,” he says.

“Is that right? I think I can arrange something for you before I jump in the shower. Stay tuned,” I say before ending the call without warning, knowing he’ll watch me for an explanation.

Slowly, I reach for the hem of my dress, wiggling my hips to free my curves. The fabric glides up over my thighs and I pause for a moment, making sure Asher gets an eyeful. I turn around and bend over just enough for the dress to ride up beneath the curve of my ass.

Knowing he’s watching me makes the experience ten times better. I’m able to forget all about Magdalene in her drunken stupor and the mess she left all over the house.

I can only deal with one thing at a time right now and I’d much rather it be Asher.

I turn back to face the window again, but this time I slip the dress over my head and hold the fabric up to cover my breasts. Asher hasn’t moved an inch from his telescope, and I wonder just how close and personal he can get with his scope. My hands lower slowly to reveal my breasts and I stop midway down my body.

That’s enough of a show for now. Anything more and I’ll end up right back in his penthouse.

I blow him a kiss and wave goodbye before pulling the drapes closed and heading into the bathroom for a hot bath. I’ve been on a roller coaster ride of emotions all within the span of twenty-four hours. First, I have the wonderful date with Asher only to wake up to learn we made front page news. Then I hit the low of my morning after coming home and witnessing the aftermath of Magdalene’s heartbreak.

Maybe I’ll be able to convince Magdalene to take a shower and let me comb her hair. I think she’ll feel better once she starts looking like her normal self.

I relax in the warm water and immediately change my mind. These aches deserve a long hot bubble bath, and right now is the best time to do it since I don’t have to rush and do anything just yet. The place is a mess and my boss is a wreck, but I need this time to focus on me and my needs right now. One thing I do know is that the world won’t end if I take an hour to unwind. I sigh and slip down into the scorching hot water, my tense muscles instantly relaxing. My morning has been an eventful one and it’s not even noon yet.

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