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“Where are you going?” Grace asks with a pout when I get up.
“I’ll give you a minute to fix yourself up while I make lunch. Hope you’re hungry.”
“After that? I’m starving.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Grace
The lunch of soup, salad, sandwiches, and homemade chocolate chip cookies leaves me absolutely stuffed.
But all the orgasms are now making my head buzz with ideas.
We head back to the office, stupidly trying to sneak past his brothers after our two-hour lunch.
“Nice of you to join us,” Wade snarks as we pass him in the hall to my office. “The basement guy has an estimate for the leaks, and it’s not pretty.”
Buck takes the paperwork Wade holds out to him and frowns.
“I gotta ask about this estimate. I’ll check in with you in a few minutes, baby.” As Wade looks on, frowning, Buck says goodbye with a kiss to my temple and a loving squeeze.
I blush as I breeze past his assistant, who smirks up at me from his temporary workstation.
The next hour flies by in a blur of busy work: ordering several staple pieces, sketching out more ideas, and researching the house’s architectural style.
I take a break to stretch and check my phone notifications.
There’s one from Buck and one from Presley.
Buck: “Hey, babe. I have to deal with a couple of change orders. I’ll be by at 4 with coffee to check on you and review your plans.”
Disappointing, but no big deal. Shit happens on a job site.
I meander through the halls and rooms, the twinge between my thighs making me flush with heat at the recent memory. I still can’t fathom what is happening to me. That entire man was down there, worshiping me like a man starved. Big bonus: I’m no longer a virgin, and my first time was not terrible like Presley described her first time. Sex with Buck is magnificent.
As I’m smiling to myself like a silly schoolgirl, another text from Buck comes in.
“Baby, I’m so sorry I’ll miss our coffee break. Something came up. I’ll make it up to you over dinner. Steak or seafood? You pick, and I’ll make reservations.”
Reservations? I used up my one date-worthy outfit last night. Time to call in the cavalry.
I click over to Presley’s message.
Presley: “Why didn’t you tell me you’re moving out?”
I stare at her message for a minute, wondering what she means. How could she possibly know about my conversation with Buck earlier today?
Feeling impatient and sort of alarmed, I call her up.
She answers on the first ring. “Hey! Gah, watch it! Sorry, I was shouting at the movers who nearly crushed me on the steps with your book boxes.”
Those alarm bells kick up to 200 decibels. “Pres, what the heck are you talking about?”
“You? Moving out? Today? Where are you?”
“I never told him I was moving in with him…not explicitly…and definitely not today. I’m at work, and I didn’t call any movers.”
“Him?” Presley asks. “Are you talking about Buck? Shit, are his brothers single because I’d love for one of them to fall in love with me and move me out of this dump.”
