Page 69 of Cinderella-ish
Chapter 30
Antonio
The words flewout my mouth without a secondthought.
Natural. Unfiltered.Real.
I love her—since the first day I saw her, perhaps. On that Metro, her potty mouth andall.
Last night was indeed the best night of my life, as I explored every inch of Daniella’s sensually perfect body—and God, how good it felt when she explored every solid inch ofmine.
She shed a tear our first time and later explained how much it meant to her that I held her and made her feel safe during the storm. She’s filled with hurt, and even though I’m dying to know why, last night was not the night for those type ofdiscoveries.
Our flight back to Los Angeles is in less than an hour. I sprinkle soft kisses across her face as the two of us wait in line for coffee at a kiosk near our departure gate. We are both still tired, failing to sleep at all last night, making love as the storm passedthrough.
Thunder. Rain.Passion.
She smiles up at me, and although she has yet to tell me she loves me, her eyes tell meso.
Who would have thought TMZ had it right? Although we were never quite enemies, we were sure as hell destined to becomelovers.
We order our coffees and head to our departure gate, the agent calling out for first class passengers to board, and, once we are seated, I get up the nerve to ask her what’s on mymind.
“Am I gonna need to hire a new PersonalAssistant?”
She looks up, her trademarked smarty-pants smirk coming in for a crash landing. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me at theoffice?”
I serve her a curveball smirk in return. “Baby doll, that’s nothing new. That was a concern of mine from dayone.”
She raises an eyebrow and leans in closer; her flash of cleavage sends me back to last night when I tasted her nipples for the first time. “You can tell me I have to wear short, tight skirts with no panties every day, then spend your lunch hour feasting on myp—”
“Daniella Belle!” I interrupt, placing my index finger over her lips. I seriously contemplate taking her into the first class restroom for a personal induction into the mile-high hall offame.
She giggles and removes my finger. “I was only going to saypicnic lunch. You can feast on my picnic lunch that I lovingly pack every day.” She jabs her manicured finger into my bicep. “Seriously, Mr. Michaels, you should really get your head out of the naughtypit.”
Thiswoman…
She’severythingIneed.
Playful. Beautiful.Smart.
“Well, it seems you didn’t mind my head in the naughty pit lastnight.”
The old lady, sitting in the row across from us, squeezes her legs shut and shakes herhead.
“Mr. Michaels!” Daniellasays.
And I can’t resist planting a kiss on herlips.
The flight attendant’s announcement startles our locked lips free, and we both lean back into our own seats, waiting for the plane to take off, as we hold hands, our fingers tightlyinterlocked.
We fall asleep, once again waking up right before the plane descends for alanding.
And once we exit the plane and arrive at the busy spot to claim our baggage, I lean close to Daniella and whisper, “Will you please come home withme?”
She looks up at me, surprised. “I’d like that verymuch.”
Truth is, I want Daniella to come home with me every single day. For the rest of mylife.
