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“Since my divorce.”
“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping. I wasn’t sure exactly when he’d gotten divorce, but it had to be at least several years ago. “Why not?” I asked. “You’re hot as hell. You could’ve gotten laid any time you wanted.”
He let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I suppose I wasn’t really interested. At least, not until you.” He paused. “I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I thought you were gorgeous since the moment I stepped into your office.”
I took his hand. “What’s wrong with admitting that?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Because I then proceeded to live with you. I don’t want you to think I moved in just because I wanted to get into your pants. Actually, I tried to hide how much I was attracted to you. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, by acting like some sort of creep.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t. Not at all. Actually, I tried to hide my feelings too,” I admitted. “I think you’re so handsome. I’ve thought that since the second you stepped into my office. Sure, you looked a bit disheveled, but — ”
He laughed. “Way to humble me.”
“— but you were so tall,” I finished, and cupped his jaw. “You have such nice shoulders. Your stubble, your hair. Your eyes. And that smile. I love your smile.”
He was always laughing or grinning. It was impressive, actually, when I knew his life wasn’t easy. In a few short weeks, he’d turned my home from a cold, lonely place, into something warm and filled with laughter.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back, feeling absolutely content. I’d just had amazing sex, and now I was in the arms of a gorgeous, wonderful man.
Life felt perfect.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next few weeks were some of the best weeks of my entire life.
My routine was mostly the same: breakfast with Robert, going to work, and dinner together in the evening, laughing as we told each other about our day. We went grocery shopping together and swam in the pool on the weekends.
But now, each morning, I woke up with Robert, his warm arms around me. I kissed him before we left for work. We held hands in the supermarket, and in the swimming pool, we still splashed each other like little kids. But then he’d pull me close, and I’d hook my legs around his waist, feeling his firm body beneath me as he kissed me.
Life was exciting and domestic at the same time. I looked forward to the little things: unloading the dishwasher together, ordering takeout, and watching movies on the couch.
If I thought Robert smiled a lot before, it was nothing compared to now. It was like sunshine radiated off him. His face lit up when we saw each other after a long day at work. Sometimes, when I was working on my laptop in the evenings, he’d come around behind me and kiss the back of my neck. I’d try to protest, say I had a lot of work to do…but I wouldn’t be able to deny the arousal building up in me, every time he touched my body.
Five seconds later, we’d be in my bedroom, our clothes on the floor. The sex was still incredible.
Everything was going so well that not even my family could dampen my mood. I’d been emailed an invoice from them for the five-star hotel, and my eyes had almost popped out of my head when I saw the price. They’d booked two suites and ordered an unholy amount of room service.
A few days later, I got the bill for the plumbing repairs, which was even more expensive.
I paid both bills without complaining, though. Sure, I could call up my family and ask them what the hell they’d been thinking, spending so much, but… I couldn’t be bothered. The money didn’t really matter, and I had more important things to spend my energy on. Namely, spending time with Robert.
In fact, I hadn’t actually spoken to my family since the day I kicked them out, and the radio silence was bliss.
“Brooke, package at the door!” Robert called from the foyer as I lounged on the couch with a comedy movie playing on the flatscreen. It was a Saturday, and after a gruelling week at work, I was enjoying relaxing and lazing about at home.
I threw off the fuzzy blanket covering my legs and hopped off the couch. “It must be my new art piece,” I said.
When I reached the foyer, Robert had already brought the large cardboard box inside. He raised a brow at me. “For the dining room?”
I nodded eagerly and ripped open the box. “For a while, I’ve thought the wall was missing something, but recently, I found the perfect piece to hang there.”
He helped me pull out a landscape painting. It looked a bit abstract — from up close, it was random streaks of light green, blue and pink, but when you took a step back, it looked like the sun setting over a lush green pasture.
“You know what it reminds me of?” Robert said. “One of those estates in the books you love so much.”
“That’s what I thought too!” I said. Recently, we’d been watching a lot of period movies that featured grand manors and lush rolling hills in the English countryside. I was pleased he saw the same thing I did.
As soon as I saw the painting online, I fell in love with it. It conveyed a serene, peaceful sort of beauty. The exact thing I wanted for my home, where I could feel totally at ease.
