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“Jasper,” I call as I exit my bedroom. “Can you accompany me down to the lobby?”
Jasper appears out of nowhere, as he’s wont to do. “Where are you going? Oh, that’s right. Dinner with Mr. Constantine, correct?”
Nodding, I grab my small purse and shove my phone inside. “He’s here, ready to pick me up.”
“Let’s go then.”
We ride down in the elevator together, making small talk, though I wonder if Jasper can tell I’m nervous. More like I’m excited. Ready to get out and do something normal, like put on a pretty dress and go out to dinner with my handsome husband.
Once we leave the elevator I’m walking quickly through the mostly empty lobby of our building, smiling and nodding at the security guard sitting behind the desk as I walk by. Jasper’s hurried steps sound behind me and I think yet again how much of a non-threat my sweet, older butler is. If Seamus were to magically appear, he could knock Jasper over with a poke of his finger.
Glancing around the lobby, I look for a sneaky dark-haired Irishman lurking in the shadows, but I don’t spot any.
Thank goodness.
The moment I’m outside, I regret not wearing a coat since the wind is chilly. But that would cover up the goodness that is my dress, and I want to see Perry’s initial reaction when he first spots me. Giddy, I run the last few steps to the waiting Chevelle, throwing open the passenger side door and bending down so I can meet Perry’s gaze.
“Thanks, Jasper!” my husband yells, his gaze on me and nothing else. His eyes practically smolder as he takes me in, annoyance flitting across his face, which has me frowning in confusion. “Get in. Now.”
I scramble into my seat, slamming the heavy door before I turn to glare at him. “What’s wrong?”
“You were bent over and probably showing the entire night shift your ass,” he mutters irritably. “That skirt is too damn short.”
Glancing down at my exposed legs, I swallow hard, trying to fight the disappointment that wants to consume me. “You don’t like my dress?”
“I like it too damn much. That’s the problem. Look at you.” His fingers slip under my chin and he turns my head so I have to face him. “Sexy as fuck, wife. I don’t want anyone seeing that pretty ass of yours.”
This sort of talk shouldn’t make me feel all warm and gooey inside, but it does. Oh God, it really does.
“That ass belongs to me,” he continues, dipping his head to deliver a quick, tongue-filled kiss before he’s pulling away from me, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. “Get your seat belt on. We’re going for a ride.”
I do as he says, scrambling to pull my seat belt on, my heart pounding with excitement.
It’s going to be a good night.
Chapter Fourteen
Perry
There goes mywife, killing me yet again with one of those dresses that appears proper at first glance, yet is anything but. Covered everywhere but those damn legs of hers. I can’t stop looking at them as I drive, completely distracted by how smooth and shiny they look. Did she put something on them? Baby oil or some shit? They’re so damn long and she keeps moving them. Like she’s restless.
I’ll give her restless. If she doesn’t watch it, I’m going to pull over into a random parking garage like last time we were in the Chevelle and fuck her senseless. Make us late for our dinner reservation, not that I give a shit. The last thing I have on my mind right now is food.
But damn, should I watch it, considering she might be pregnant with my baby? I don’t want to hurt her or our future kid. And how do I even bring that up? Over dinner, after they serve us our drinks but before we get our salads?
Hey, baby, word on the street is you’re pregnant. Is it true?
That is the wrong way to approach it. I’m not stupid.
What if she plans on telling me about the pregnancy tonight? Nice little dinner. Pretty dress. Long, sexy legs as a distraction and then bam. We’re gonna have a baby.
Doesn’t seem like a bad way to tell me.
Maybe she’s nervous—too scared to tell me, which I don’t want her to be. But I get it. This is a big moment. Something that will change our lives forever. Something I never expected this early in the game.
I know things have been a little off between us, but we need to get back on track. I was reluctant earlier when she suggested we should go out to dinner tonight, but I realized pretty quickly my wife needs to get back to the land of the living. And I need to support her in her endeavor.
So here I am, driving through the city streets, headed for a restaurant that Winston recommended that costs more than some people’s monthly salary for two meals, but I don’t give a fuck. My wife deserves whatever she wants. I want to be the one to put a smile on her face tonight. And not through just sex either.
