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His eyes twinkle with a certain something. “You.”
Aftershave brings me out of my coma, the heavenly scent permeating the bedroom. I drag my eyes open, and as my vision centers, I see Mr. James dressed in his suit, ready for his day. “Good morning.” He leans down and kisses me softly, his lips tenderly hovering over mine. “You look angelic in my bed.” He cups my face in his hand and smirks. “Optical illusion,” he mouths. “I know better.”
I smile sleepily. “What time is it?”
“Time to get up.” He stands and walks to the dresser and puts his expensive watch on. “I brought you coffee.” He gestures to the side table, and I look over to see a steaming cup of coffee sitting beside me.
I pull myself up to lean against the headboard and pick up my coffee.
“What are you doing today?” he asks as he hangs my robe up in the bathroom.
“I have the day off.”
He walks around the bedroom tidying. “And what do you have planned for your day off?”
It boggles my brain to watch him. This is why his house is so immaculate. He cleans it at five thirty in the fucking morning. Ugh, do we have anything in common at all?
“I’m having lunch with Joel.”
He stills, and his eyes meet mine.
“To apologize for Saturday night,” I say in a rush. “This lunch was planned already because we are going over roofing options. It has nothing to do with us going on a date.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No!” he replies. He goes back to tidying the bedroom.
I put my coffee down. “What do you mean, no?”
“No, you’re not going out with Inferior Interiors.” He flicks a T-shirt before he folds it. “There is no need to go to lunch. You text him and tell him that you are with me now.”
“What?”
“If he doesn’t respect that, then he will have to answer to me.” He fumes as he walks around organizing his room.
“Henley, I need to tell him in person.”
“Tell him what, exactly?” he snaps impatiently.
“That I’m going out with a caveman now who thinks he can tell me what to do.”
“I don’t think it.” He glares at me. “I know it.”
“You know that you can tell me what to do?” I gasp, offended.
“Listen,” he snaps. “That prick interior decorator has been after my girl since day one, so don’t act offended when I refuse to put up with it.”
Calm, calm . . . keep fucking calm.
“First, I have only been your girl since yesterday because you refused to admit your true feelings. That is not his fault. Joel is an innocent bystander in all of this.”
He opens his mouth to say something.
“Let me finish,” I snap, cutting him off. “Second, I am an adult. I do not ghost people like an immature child, unlike some people we know.”
He narrows his eyes. “Careful.”
