“Can I just say, Liam looked like a yummy snack, asking to be nibbled at this morning.” Terry laughs, wiggling her eyebrows as she turns on her car.
"Shut up."
"Did you two finally? You know." She bangs her hands together and makes some panting noises.
I push her hands down and roll my eyes. She’s obnoxious. Why can't she just say it?
"No,” I say, but at the same time, I hope she can’t see my cheeks heat as I remember last night on the couch and Liam’s fingers.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I told you Liam and I are taking things slow."
“Holls, there was nothing slow about what I walked in on. He was about to take you on the counter. Your little boy was going to be scarred forever.”
“Ter, please.” I sigh and throw my head back against the headrest.
“Girl you need to jump your baby daddy's bones. You must have cobwebs growing down there.”
“I just want to be sure.”
“Sure of what? The man wants you. The heat coming off between you two almost melted me. The sexual tension is off the charts.” She fans herself.
“Liam isn't someone who settles down. He told me such and his reputation doesn’t leave much to the imagination." It’s the biggest reason why I wanted to take things slow between us. Forget whatever story he’s holding onto, I want to make sure I’m someone he would want for the long term.
“He was a single man, give him a break. Has he done anything to tell you he doesn’t want you? When I walked in, he looked like he wanted to devour you whole, and the man practically lives at your place now.”
“He doesn’t live there.”
“Are you serious? Holls, you have a millionaire sleeping on your couch. The man could be sleeping on his king sized bed with his million thread count sheets, but he’s shacking it up with you. Waiting to sleep in your bed. He wants you. Badly. I would bet he probably even loves you.”
Love? She’s out of her mind.
“He just wants to be there for Matty, and though he doesn’t say it, I don’t think he wants to separate me from him. And—” My words drift off. I can’t tell her about the conversation we had earlier. Not only is it private, but I’m also still processing it. His words have been circling in my head for hours. It pains me he thinks whatever happened in his past is going to make me think differently of him, which tells it goes deeper than issues with drinking.
“And what?”
“As much as I want to give in, I need to think about Matty too. I don’t want to hook up and then break up, making things tense and awkward for Matty later. He needs to be all in with me. I don’t want to be like I’m something he’s just trying to conquer and move on.”
“You won’t know if you don’t try. Why can’t he scratch the itch while you learn about each other or see if it’s what you want?”
Liam definitely scratched an itch last night.
“You’re right.”
“Good. Now let’s get you something sexy. We want Mama to make Daddy cream his pants.”
This girl. I laugh and shake my head. “You had such great words of wisdom, but then you go and spoil them.”
Liam: What are you wearing? ;)
Liam’s text makes me laugh. It’s Monday morning and I’m at a design studio picking up tile and granite to be delivered to finish doing the lobby, bathrooms, and offices.
The same thing I was wearing this morning. Aren’t you with your friends and our son?
Liam: I am. But it doesn't mean I can’t ask you to tease me a little.
I’m working. I need to be in the right mind to stock up on your new flooring and granite for your lobby.
Liam: Spiffy. But now come on tease me. I’m a dying man thinking of you.
He is too much
But I guess it's my fault. I spent the weekend teasing the poor man with all the new lingerie I bought when I was out with Terry. Which led to us throwing the whole slow thing out the window. We spent the last couple evenings exploring each other’s bodies, touching kissing, and I was tempted to cave and give him all of me, especially after having his thick cock in my hands.
Now he's like a dog with a bone, wanting more and more. I think I have created a fiend.
I’m wearing red lace panties and matching bra, because I know red is your new favorite color.
Liam: Red really has become my favorite color. Now picture.
Maybe I’ll show you later. Now leave me alone.
Liam: Come on. Jax is keeping Matty entertained by letting him “drive” his GTO. I’m basically chopped liver. I need to be entertained.
Later if you behave :p
“Miss Jenkins, I have all the tile ready and will have it delivered to Morgan Securities Wednesday.” Cynthia, the manager of the studio, tells me as I pocket my cell phone.
“Perfect.”
“As for the granite you ordered we will have it coming on Friday. We had to get it from our place in Charlotte.”
“That won’t be a problem. I’ll let my guys know. Thank you, Cynthia.”
“You’re welcome, Holly.” She hands me the paperwork to finish signing for the orders.
“So, you’re her,” a busty woman, with her hand on her hip, hisses at me. She’s beautiful, despite the sour look on her face.
“Excuse me?”
“The new designer at Morgan Securities.” The bitterness spews from her lips.
Wow! What the fuck is her problem?
“That’s me. Can I help you?”
“I’m
