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I blink a few times. “Attachments for what? Like different things that spin?”
“No son, tell me, does she like just baking or does she enjoy cooking as well?” Miss Wanda asks me.
“Both. She loves to cook and bake.” Thankfully, I know that much.
“Good, that’s good.” This time when she pats my arm, I get a feeling it’s a bit more condescending, like she’s talking to one of her own kids or something. But fuck it, this woman is my only lifeline. She can do or say anything she wants to me at this point. “How about you get her the one with every attachment available; that way she’ll have everything she could possibly want.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I nod my head rapidly. I start to reach for it when I pause and give her a questioning look.
“Does she have any other appliances? Do they all seem to be the same color? It would be best to stay with the color scheme she has already chosen.” Her tone is sweet and patient, but I swear her eyes are laughing at me.
“Right.” I grab the pink one when she releases my arm. “Most of her stuff is pink.” When I walked into her kitchen, I was amazed they made that much shit in pink.
“Well, that makes picking everything else out a whole lot easier. There are usually options in pink for everything. Now come on; that was a big list; no dilly dallying.”
We’ve finished getting everything that I need when something catches my eye. I leave the cart I had to go and get when I realized I wouldn’t be able to carry everything and walk over to the aprons. My smile widens as I snatch the one that grabbed my attention.
“Is that everything dear?” She asks while smiling at what I’m holding. “Oh, that’s so pretty; she’ll love it!” She exclaims.
“Yes, now that’s everything.”
Hours Later:
I texted Cadie to let her know that I was in the parking lot for her to take her time. I may or may not have gotten her number from Edge and hopefully, she doesn’t think it’s weird. I mean it seems like a practical thing. Nothing stalkerish about it at all.
She peeks her head from the door and, I immediately leave my truck and walk to her.
“Hey, Sprite, you ready to go?” I ask casually, like my heart isn’t beating rapidly at the thought of spending the evening all alone with her.
“Yes, I just need to run upstairs and get the equipment that you didn’t have at your house.” She says the last part in an odd voice that I choose to ignore.
“No need, Darlin’, I went to the store today and got everything you mentioned earlier. Figured it would be better than you having to cart your stuff all around.”
She looks like a deer in headlights. “You bought everything I mentioned?”
“Yup.”
She blinks a few times. “You went to the store and bought everything?” Her tone is disbelieving, not that I blame her.
“Yeah, I figured I could watch you and maybe pick up a few things.” It’s not entirely a lie. I could use some help.
“Ooookay.” She gulps as she walks to the door clutching her purse.
“It might not be as good as what you have but, I tried to get what you mentioned. Hopefully, it won’t be too annoying for you to use.”
She stops dead in her tracks, causing me to almost bump into her back. She turns around and looks at me with a sweet smile that could make me do anything she wanted. She slowly reaches out and touches my arm, much like Miss Wanda did early. However, Cadie’s touch sends lightening bolts throughout my whole body. “Jake, I’m sure everything you got is just great. It won’t give me any trouble at all.”
We both stand here, almost stuck, looking at each other. Her hand is still on my arm and I have no intention of telling her to move it. I’ll stand here forever.
A shout from across the street brings us back to reality. She slowly removes her hand and my skin feels cold without her warmth. She turns around and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. If a simple touch could do that to me, I might not survive being with her all night. This tiny sprite just may kill me, but I can’t think of a more enjoyable way to go.
We’realmostathishouse and I still can’t get my heart rate under control. I have no idea why I decided to touch him. Okay, I have some idea, but I really wasn’t expecting the zap that went through my fingers when I connected to his warm skin. Because, of course, he has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, making that skin totally accessible to me. I never knew that forearms could be such a turn on, but I have a feeling I’m going to have to purposefully not look at his when his sleeves are rolled to his elbows.
He looked so nervous when he was telling me about what he bought, I couldn’t help but to reach for him. He’s so big and confident, it kind of threw me for a loop when he looked worried that I would be upset somehow. Dammit, I don’t know why he has to be so sweet. Doesn’t he realize my stupid, damaged self hasn’t received that kind of kindness in so long that it makes it hard for me to keep him at arm's length? It would be one thing if he was just extremely good looking, but to be so sweet on top of it? That’s straight up kryptonite to a woman. Couldn’t he be just a little bit of an asshole?
We pull up to his house and, I wait for him to get out and come around to my side since I have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting from this behemoth without him. He opens my door with a smile as I unbuckle my seat belt. I place my hands in his much larger ones and feel that damn electric current again. He lowers me to the ground and I practically slide down the whole length of his body. I know he’s just trying to make sure that I’m safe from falling, but crap on a cracker, my stupid hormones don’t seem to get the same memo. There has to be something I can take to get these things under control. I mean they make stuff to make you horny; they have to have something that does the opposite… right?
“Thank you.” My voice sounds like I’ve been running a marathon while smoking a pack a day. Good, Lord, I need help.
