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“Only for good girls. And you’re definitely not a good girl,” I tease.
Presley snorts and playfully slugs me on the shoulder. “Well, if we’re going to watch movies and eat snacks together, I need pajamas.”
She moves to get up, but I’m quick about slinging her arm around my shoulder. Once I have Presley standing on one foot by the dresser, I avert my eyes as I help her tug off her jeans.
“You don’t have to look away,” she says. “It’s not like you didn’t have your hands all up in my business.”
“Doctor/patient courtesy,” I reply, though as I stare at the wall, I’m one hundred percent thinking about her business. And her tits…and her sweet nipples, how they puckered when I tasted them…Presley’s scent on me that drove me mad when I tasted her on my fingers before I washed them ahead of all the food prep. I’m already fixated on Presley’s sweetness, like a drug dog hitting on a scent.
“Here,” she says, handing me her pajama bottoms. As I unfold them, I wonder how I didn’t notice these silky pink things with the lace trim. They’re so delicate and expensive looking that I feel guilty touching them, afraid I’ll leave fingerprints.
I hold them out for her, and her voice is soft as she steps into them, one foot then the other.
“Thank you for respecting my privacy,” she says.
I expected to get her set up with a movie and snacks, then sneak off to shower. But the woman keeps pulling me back in with conversation.
We don’t get much movie viewing done other than lulls in a 90-minute conversation about what we want out of life.
“I can see myself married with kids one day. I’d love a stable home with a huge kitchen and a backyard pool. I was alone all the time when I was younger, so filling my space with a constant flow of friends would make me so happy. I want a whole wall of recipe books in my kitchen. And a barbecue grill out by the pool. And a homemade pizza oven! And a giant outdoor chess set! But mostly, I don’t care about any of that as long as I have something to count on. Family traditions and rituals. Reading at bedtime and good morning kisses. Waffles on Saturdays, and blow-out Christmas Eve parties with tons of people.”
Listening to Presley list all the things she dreams about makes my heart ache to give her all that and more. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want someone to care for.
“What about you? What do you see in your future?” Presley asks.
My answer is shorter than hers. “You. Everything I want in a partner, you have it.”
She looks surprised, though she shouldn’t be.
“Wade, I don’t know what to say to that.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Then, smirking, I say, “I’ll let you think that over while I shower.”
She scoffs. “You can’t drop something like that and walk away.”
I shake my head, laughing as she tugs my arm. “I reek, baby girl.”
“Then let me shower with you.”
I love her enthusiasm for me. I’ve never been with anyone so eager for me when I’m dirty and exhausted after work. My only regret is that we never met sooner.
Needless to say, I carry her to my bathroom because watching her deal with crutches is taking too long, and my patience is at an end now that she’s suggested showering together.
I turn on the water and, from her perch on the bathroom counter, Presley watches as I unceremoniously chuck my dirty shirt and jeans into the bathroom hamper with the rest of my filthy work clothes.
She tugs off her pajama top with equal nonchalance, and I help her remove everything from the waist down.
“You definitely do not have to avert your eyes this time,” she says. “But don’t keep your hopes up for a sexy striptease.”
Our laughter echoes in the bathroom as steam fills the space. Why does this feel so cozy and familiar?
I carefully step backward into the spa shower and sweep her into the stall with me before shutting the sliding door. “Have a seat,” I say, setting her down on the small bench in the corner.
Her pout kills me as she says, “I thought I was going to wash you.”
“Whatever you can reach, you can wash. But you’re staying right there.”
CHAPTERNINE
