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"Wine cellar? Mine didn't come with a wine cellar!" That's bullshit, I need one.
"Well, did you hear all the noise during the renovations?" He was digging a wine cellar. That's so typical of a man like him. Over the damn top.
"I think three streets on both sides of you heard the noise during the renovations." I laugh remembering how annoyed I had been.
"I received numerous complaints, don't you worry. Thankfully that is all finished now because I was about to blow a gasket dealing with those builders and the move and a little guy all on my own." It sounds like more stress than anyone should manage alone.
Taylor is busy in the living room, digging around in a bucket of toy cars.
Again, I wonder how Hudson does it? It is hard enough for me to manage my own life, yet here he is running a billion-dollar company, being a really good dad, and dealing with massive tasks like moving and renovations and a crazy ex-wife all on his own.
I take a seat on the bar stool at the kitchen counter. He is packing his laptop bag away in his home office. When Hudson comes out of the other room, he is unbuttoning his shirt, and I am unable to take my eyes off him.
"I just want to get changed quick then we can go find you some wine."
I make some incoherent murmur but my inability to stop staring is obvious and he begins to smile. His shirt is fully unbuttoned now and my gaze trails from his sculpted abs to the curve of his hips before the dip below the belt line. Fuck. He is hot. I can feel my face flush pink as I try and think of anything to say. He is doing this on purpose!
Instead of going to change he leaves his shirt unbuttoned and starts to fuss around the kitchen, finding wine glasses and chatting carelessly about what blends I like. "I have a very sultry Shiraz blend if you would like to try it?"
"Yes," I say, hoping he will leave and go to the cellar to give me a moment so I can pull myself together.
"Oh excellent, I actually brought it up from the cellar yesterday in time for the weekend."
Dammit.
He puts the glasses on the kitchen counter in front of me. He is standing on the other side of the counter, and I am so grateful that at least half of his body is covered from my view. Unfortunately, not the naked half.
I turn my body to the side, looking around his home. "I love what you have done with the place," I say, clear and confident. I will not let him get to me like that.
He walks around the counter, standing so close to me I can smell his cologne; his body touching mine. Hudson puts the wine glass in my hand, holding it out towards me. I lift my glass, being extremely careful of where my gaze falls. I focus on staring straight into his eyes and he is grinning. Yes, he knows exactly what he is doing.
I lift my glass and chime it against the side of his glass.
"Here's to being friends." He says.
"Friends," I say and take a sip of the delicious red liquid, letting the scent and flavor pull me back into my body.
"I'm thinking Chinese. Taylor loves chow mein. Are you ok with that?"
"Yes, of course. That's perfect."
He calls our order through and then negotiates Taylor into a bath. I enjoy watching him with Taylor. I never wanted children. I do not know if it was just me lacking that maternal gene or if I have just never met the right guy. Sitting here watching Hudson, and how gentle and loving he is with his son, I find myself daydreaming about having a little family.
What in the world is this man doing to me? I think I might be broken, or at least malfunctioning.
There is a knock at the door. "I'll get it," I shout through towards the bathroom where Hudson is wrapping Taylor up in a big fluffy towel and brushing bubbles off him while he shouts that he doesn't want to get out yet.
The delivery guy looks me up and down then says "Mrs. Drake?"
Hudson's voice behind me makes me jump. "Yes, this is Mr. and Mrs. Drake. Thank you, you can put everything on the counter over there." He gestures towards the kitchen and pulls me out of the doorway with his hand on my waist.
I raise one eyebrow and squint in Hudson's direction. He returns my glare with a broad, beautiful smile. Oh, he is teasing. Well, two can play that game.
The delivery guy is busy unloading the packets in the kitchen.
I turn to Hudson, "Darling, won't you pour me another glass of wine. I also wouldn't mind a foot massage. "
A cheeky grin spreads across my face, knowing I am playing with fire. He is giving me a glare now. Oh, he didn't expect me to play his games. I lick my lips slowly, not breaking eye contact.
