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Her eyes tear up as she looks up at me.
“You’re sure? You want all of that with a forty-five-year-old woman? I’ll understand if you don’t, Gregory. It’s a lot to ask. It’s a lot all at once, I—”
I shut her up with a kiss.
“Shut up, boss lady.”
She snorts and wipes at her eyes.
“You want all of it,” she repeats.
I smile and nod.
“All of it.”
And I seal the promise with a kiss.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
I pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to the bathroom so that I could sit and talk to her while she got ready. I’ve been watching her curl her hair with this new brush thing that also doubles as a hair dryer. After each strand she dries and curls, she wraps it around a pink roller and pins it to her head. By the time she’s done, her head is covered in big black and pink blobs that make her four inches taller.
Her makeup is artistry. That’s the only way I can explain it. She’s beautiful without it, and with it, she’s equally as stunning. She takes the time to blend everything out, curl her lashes, and make a sharp point with her eyeliner. She meets my gaze in the mirror before she starts taking out her curlers.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes.
“You’re a flatterer.”
“You’re stunning.”
“Gregory.” She gives me a look in the mirror, but I can see the blush come through her cheeks.
She pulls the rollers out one by one, fluffing the chunks of hair with her fingers as she goes. Once they’re all out, she takes a brush through them, and they soften but still lie over her shoulders in pretty waves.
“I was thinking,” I say to get her attention. “Come with me to Toronto.”
She turns around, leans back against the bathroom counter, and crosses her arms under her chest. It’s very distracting as it pushes her tits up. She’s already in a sexy black set that has been way too hard to keep my hands off.
“You want me to come to the training week with you?” Her eyebrows are pulled together. “Why?”
“Because I miss you. And I don’t want to say goodbye to you for a week after I just got you back.” I shrug. “Take a week off. Come with me. Turn in your intent to retire after. One week won’t make a big deal in the grand scheme of things.”
“Won’t you be too busy? Those training weeks are hellish. You’ll need to rest.”
“I’d rather rest with you.”
“Gregory…”
“Do I need to beg?” I smirk over at her. “I’ll get out of this chair and crawl over to you, begging on my hands and knees.”
“That’s an overreaction, don’t you think?” She bites back a smile.
“Anything for you,” I tell her as I scoot out of the chair and fall to my hands and knees.
“Gregory!” she laughs. “Knock it off.”
