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There’s nothing sexier than a man who steers the wheel with the inner side of his palm, showcasing such control of a car that is ultimately a weapon, remaining calm, and executing his performance brilliantly in front of a swooned lady.
Then acts like nothing ever happened.
Such a sexy bulked god.
His silence is endearing—it says nothing at all and so many things all at once.
We stop at a red light and he quickly connects his phone to the speakers, typing on the screen until Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes plays.
My heart sinks to the floor, I turn my gaze back to the window so he won’t see my watery eyes.
The atmosphere in the cabin of the car shifts.
I remain quiet for the rest of the drive and so is he.
Dean
Asweentermycoastal house, I chuck my duffel bag by the door—I have a big house but everything I need is in that bag.
She was really quiet on the drive over and if anything—Lenny is not quiet—she’s outspoken. Dynamic.
I hope she’s not beating herself up over what happened. This was probably her excitement for the first day, wanting to impress me and get the job. I don’t want her to blame herself. These things sometimes happen and are out of our control. We can’t multitask without failing sometimes.
She’s trying to be cool about the whole situation, yet, the way her brows knit tells me another story.
I want her to feel as comfortable as possible. “Feel free, Lenny. Go around the house. You can do whatever you’d like.”
I’ve got nothing to hide in this place, nothing materialistic worth keeping as a secret, the only secrets I keep are the ones inside me, where no one can find or reach. They’re not secrets anymore, they are more like battle scars I carry with me.
Every chance I get, I travel, and one of my favorite places to visit is Greece. I’ve been to every island in this country and it’s peace I find there.
Creamy hardwood tiles and creamy planks decorate the ceiling. Light-turquoise interior and a long leafy ornament embodied above the wide floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors, viewing the ocean.
The soft light seeping in highlights her features, sharpening her button nose, the smooth texture of her skin, and her big ocean eyes.
I don’t think anyone can walk past her and not stop, even just for a moment to stare at her.
A plant that is sitting on the kitchen island catches Lenny’s eye, she twiddles with the green leaves of my peppermint herbs, sniffing the addictive aroma it exudes.
“Your house feels like a vacation.”
Pun-intended.
She absorbs the space, making her way to the wooden shelves underneath the wide screen where I collect statuettes and hang landscape photos of different places I’ve visited.
“That’s what I was going for.” I look at her over my shoulder as I fill a glass of cold water.
Playing with the edge of her loose hair, “Mission accomplished,” she comments.
The wide grin on her face starts to settle as she slouches on the couch.
“I can show you the guest room, you can shower and I can order pizza if you’d like?” I hand her the glass, she takes it and gulps it down quickly.
Someone’s thirsty.
My brow curves upward right as my lips rise at the edge, stealing her attention.
“I think I needed something cold to chill my system.” She mirrors my expression. Up on her feet, she replies to my question, “I could use a shower and I would never turn down pizza.”
