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“Jungle,” I blurt, giving her the first one that comes to mind. “Jungle means go faster, Skye.”
“Okay. Jungle means go faster.” She sighs softly and then, “Jungle, Slade. Jungle.”
Jesus.
I press my lips to her forehead again, gratitude for this incredible woman pulsing through me. “Sleep, Little Who. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“‘Kay,” she whispers.
When I turn around at the door, she’s already fast asleep.
CHAPTER6
SKYE
Over the several days,Slade bombards me with gifts and attention, and my poor heart doesn’t stand a chance. Who am I kidding? I fell instantly and irrevocably in love with him the night he rescued me from the club.
“Another delivery for you.” Jazzy comes breezing into the stockroom with a gift-wrapped box in her hand. “I’m not going to lie, I’m kinda jealous of all these awesome gifts. Slade is definitely the bomb-dot-com when it comes to picking out presents.
She’s not wrong. Monday morning, a delivery man showed up ten minutes after we opened the boutique with a gold-foiled envelope addressed to me. Inside of it, I found season tickets to a balcony section of the Silver Spoon Falls Theater.
I have no idea how he found out I’m a huge theater fan, but he really outdid himself with that one.
That night, I thanked Slade for my very thoughtful present by making him a homemade dinner. I was hopeful the night would end with him actually touching my overheated body, but he foiled my plans and left me with just a smoking hot kiss at the door.
The next day, I received a large gold box that contained a stunning navy blue, silk evening gown, matching shoes, and a handbag from one of my favorite designers. A designer who’s way the heck out of my budget. In a much smaller second box, I found a nude scrap of nothing that is supposed to be a thong. The note attached to the gift box read:
A little something to wear when I take you to the theater. I plan to see how much you enjoy the show with my tongue exploring your sweet cunt.
My face heated, and I barely had time to hide the extra present and note in my large tote bag before my nosy sisters saw it. Talk about a close call. I’m pretty sure Letty would be okay with it, but Jazzy would have a minor stroke if she read his words.
That night, I had the same freaking results from having Slade over to thank him. He flirted and lightly touched me all evening until I was a gooey mess, and then he left me with just a scorching kiss. I finally realized doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is insane. Literally. So, I need to come up with another way to express my gratitude.
I’m almost scared to open today's little surprise. Letty comes rushing in and leans against the wall to watch me open Slade’s latest gift. “I hope it’s something I can borrow to wear to the new art gallery’s grand opening.”
“Your freaking husband is a multi-millionaire. I’m sure he will buy you a dress to wear to the grand opening.” I roll my eyes at her. There’s been an uproar in town over the new gallery on Main Street. Everything has been done on the hush-hush. No one really knows who owns it or what kind of art they will exhibit, and the wealthy town residents are chomping at the bit to be the first to find out.
“He would, but it’s so much more fun to raid your closet.” She rolls her eyes right back at me as I open the box.
I pull back the silky gold foil and find a stunning, very old but mint-condition copy ofHorton Hears a Who.Under the book, I find a certificate of authenticity that states it is an original first edition of the story.
“Oh my.” Letty leans over my shoulder and whistles. “He definitely hit that one out of the park. He deserves a little extra loving for that one.”
“Stop.” Jazzy makes a gagging noise. “That’s our baby sister you’re advising to do dirty things with a man.”
“Oh, come on. Stop being such a ninny.” Letty doesn’t let up. She turns to our oldest sister and wiggles her eyebrows. “She’s a grown woman with a very handsome suitor.”
“That’s right.” I stick in my two cents. “And I’m going to give my man a little extra loving.” What can I say? I love messing with Jazzy.
“Will and I have been taking turns watching to make sure his car leaves your house at a reasonable time.” Jazzy tries to get me right back, but I ignore her. I refuse to let living across the street from my oldest sister cramp my style.
As soon as I get away from my nosy sisters, I text Slade.
Me
Thank you for the wonderful gift. I freaking love it. I feel like we have a repeating theme going on here.
Bossy Caveman
