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His gaze searches mine, then he smirks. “You do. You get off on the pain I give you.”
“Just you,” I confess.
His expression turns dark, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back with a snap. “There is only me, Parker, nobody else. Not ever.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Only you.”
I’ve come to the conclusion after speaking with Doctor Hamilton that my decision in this is not valid. There is no decision. I’m not sure how I feel about my choices being taken away from me, but at the same time, I don’t think I overly mind, especially when I’m with him.
I want to ask a million questions, but maybe they’ll all be answered in time? I have to hope that, because I’ve never done anything this crazy before. When I look into his eyes, I know this is better than anything else I could have imagined.
“Lie low today,” he murmurs. “Call Allison, order some food. Just take the day. Don’t worry about your boss. I’ll handle it.”
Sucking in a breath, I watch him for a moment, then frown and shake my head once. “What are you going to do? Are you going to get me fired?” I ask.
“Do you love your job?”
I don’t even have to think about his question. I do love my job, but I didn’t like my boss lingering today. I didn’t like him noticing me. It all made me extremely uncomfortable. Then there was their encounter, which I didn’t like much either.
“I love the work,” I say.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he releases me, then rolls off to the side, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. Sitting up, I tug the sheets over my breasts and wonder what the hell he’s thinking and also what he’s going to do. I can’t even guess.
Wells stands, then turns to face me. Tipping my head back, I look up into his eyes. He grins as he looks down at me. “Shower with me, cupcake.”
And it is all dropped. Whatever it was. I think about asking him some more questions but decide against it. Sliding off the bed, I leave the sheet there and follow naked behind him. I’ve never felt as comfortable in my skin as I do with him.
He starts the water in the shower, and I use the moment to take in his all-marble bathroom. It’s beautiful. White marble with gray veins and matching matte gold fixtures everywhere. The vanity isn’t just a counter with double sinks. There is also a makeup counter with a bench. Then there is a gorgeous freestanding tub that makes my knees weak at the sight.
“You comin’?” Wells asks.
I’m standing in the middle of the room, gawking at everything and wondering if I should remodel my bathroom when he speaks. My body jerks slightly, and I turn toward him, following him into the shower.
The warm water hits my back from the showerhead behind me, and I’m surprised there are two. Pleasantly surprised. “I think I could live in your bathroom,” I mutter.
Wells chuckles. “You act like your bathroom is shit, which it is not.”
I snort. Looking around this space, I have to argue with him because it does look like shit compared to this place. We don’t say another word. Our shower quick and to the point. He is on a mission. I just don’t know what it is.
“You can pick whatever you want from my drawers and closet to wear. Maybe Allison can bring you over a few days’ worth of clothes,” he says as he begins to dress. I’m standing in the bedroom, wrapped in one of his white, extremely fluffy towels. Something that is so sumptuous I decide I need a dozen in my place, too.
“A few days?” I ask.
“A few days.”
I open my mouth, unsure of what to say or what to ask. I suck in a breath, then decide to let it out slowly and let it go. What’s a few days? I shouldn’t make it a big deal, but I’m curious. Far too curious as to why I would need to stay for a few days.
I decide to ask.
“Why a few days?”
He’s pulling up his pants when he pauses and looks up at me. His lips curve up into a grin, and he jerks his chin and clears his throat.
“Want you here, cupcake,” is all he says. “I got dinner tonight with my parents, though. No doubt, my mom is going to have words about this quick engagement. But it’ll be all good, cupcake. Then I’ll come home, and we’ll eat dessert out on the balcony.”
Home.
I almost swoon at the word and what that implies. Home. Our home. Together. God. And then the thought of dessert on the balcony, when I know that dessert likely entails both of us getting naked… I might just expire at this very moment.
