Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“I’d like us to make an appearance together, put shit to rest so no one makes any comments.” I’m currently in the shower at my apartment, head tipped back, since I didn’t have my usual hair supplies at his house, where I only had the bare minimum, not wanting to overload my order on Saturday. That, of course, is hard to deal with when skincare is your bread and butter, you love it entirely, plus shampoo and conditioner that actually help hydrate your hair.
“Wow, way to stake your claim, Wylde.” I smooth my hair back. He’s dressed for the day in another impeccable suit, dark in color, white long-sleeved button-up shirt beneath, deep purple tie, and the cuff links that I know are from his sister.
“It’s better this way. Tell me again why I didn’t shower with you or we do this at my place. It’s fucking hard to stand here watching you wash your body. Seeing all your smooth bare skin slick with a different kind of wetness than I give you.” I’m tempted. I could rearrange my schedule, offer him to come in with me, let Wylde take over, much like he’s intending on doing with this whole scenario with our relationship in the workplace.
“You have a meeting, and I have an appointment?” I question, turning the water off, opening the sliding glass door. He has the towel open and ready for me, and goes one step further, wrapping it around my body.
“Fuck, you’re right.” He backs away. Apparently, I’m getting to him as well. It’s good to know I’m not the only one who loses her mind at the thought of having him inside me. God, it’s like he’s seared into my soul.
“I know I am. Now shoo. I’m going to finish getting ready.” The towel is wrapped around my body, tucked in so I can walk around freely, brush my hair, do the much-needed skincare routine that I’ve been slacking on. I make a mental note that if I’m going to be staying at Wylde’s house more often, I definitely need to buy another set to keep in an overnight bag or something.
“Not happening. I’m going to enjoy the show. While you’re at it, we should probably talk about a few things.” I head to my vanity, grab the hair brush out of the drawer along with a spray leave-in-conditioner that also has a heat protectant so I can tame the wildness before work.
“Well, if that doesn’t sound ominous coming from a man.” Wylde moves so he’s standing behind me, pulls the brush from my hand after spraying it, and works my hair in sections. “Something tells me you’ve done this for Journey a time or two.”
“Many times, especially when she was hell bent on having hair well below her waist. Mom and Dad would need to get to work early while I was in college.” He takes his time, has more patience than I would have with my own hair. I’m usually tugging and pulling at it until I’m done since I’m usually in a rush.
“That’s sweet,” I reply, visualizing him with Journey. The image of seeing him doing it with a little girl about five years old takes over, her long dark hair, eyes like her father’s, facial features like my own. My heart does a flip in my chest, thinking about how this daydream could actually become a reality in the future. “What did you want to talk about?” I ask, remembering he wanted to talk about something.
I go through the first layer of serum, patting it on my face and neck. Next is my eye cream, then the moisturizing. Letting it set for a few minutes, I spin around and look into Wylde’s eyes. Emotion is swirling in my gut at how amazing things have been with us even if we don’t seem to agree on a few things.
“I’m working late tonight. Want you in my bed so I can slide in next to you. I know that’s not fair for me to ask, seeing as how you’ll have to be up earlier than me tomorrow morning. I don’t like not having you next to me even with our hours being different. Figure I’ll give you the key to my place along with the opener to the parking garage, or if you have a spare, I’ll come here tonight.” I stop. Not that I’m shocked he has this all figured out because he’s smart, so sharp in everything he does, business wise, knowing me so quickly within a week of meeting me, and now this.
“I like that idea. A lot. If you want to grab the spare key, it’s in the kitchen drawer right next to the fridge. I’m going to finish getting ready. Tyra rescheduled all of her clients yesterday. So, that’s off my to-do list, but during lunch, I’m going to her place or Mace’s, depending on where they landed, to see if I can help out with Von.” I know he’s going to be a bundle of energy, and if she’s taking care of Mace, she’ll be dog tired, and Von will need to do something to keep him active, even if it’s only for an hour.