Page 97 of Range
I rose to my feet. There wasn’t much time to spare. Every minute required my energy. I couldn’t bear the thought of keeping my company waiting.
Not today.
Not any day.
Back pressedagainst the wall with peeled eyelids, I watched as the door on the opposite side of the room slid backward, revealing a piece of my heart. A piece that didn’t require question or request, because it was hers the moment I laid eyes on her.
You have no idea how beautiful your life gets from here.
You may have an idea, Sunshine, but truly you have no idea.
Long brown legs were partially covered by a skirt well above the knees. A white color shirt was tucked into the tan piece. Her hair was pulled up, wrapped into a ponytail. Her face was on full display.
Perfect.
Makeup did little to enhance her perfection. Still, I made note of how pretty she was with it sticking to her skin. Diamond earrings glistened in her ears. Gold jewelry covered her wrists and fingers. There wasn’t a thread or strand out of place.
Poised.
Polished.
Pampered.
Range was exactly who she thought she was. I just hoped one day I could show her that she was even more.
To me.
To my life.
In my world.
In our world.
Forevermore.
One foot was placed in front of the other. I noticed something new about her with each step she took. I also noticed something new about myself.
I learned that there would hardly be anything in life that would sway me in a direction that didn’t end with Range as my destination. I learned that it wouldn’t be much in this world she could do that would force me to give up on what I knew we’d build. I learned that there would be nothing within my grasp she could desire that she wouldn’t have when the dust settled. And, lastly, I learned that I liked everything about her.
Everything.
With a tilted head, I admired her. She wasn’t in her head, today. Her chin was high. Her spine was straight. Her chest was inflated. She glided across the floor with her eyes on me.
The distance was lessened between us. Still, she was so far away. Her briefcase collided with the table. I didn’t recognize this one. It wasn’t the same one she’d opened during our previous visits.
I hope my money paid for that.I thought.
“Good evening, Mr. Blackwood.”
The door slid across the floor, closing behind her. It wasn’t until then that I stepped closer.
“You’re so pretty,” I voiced, meaning to choose my words more wisely.
Unfortunately, my heart wouldn’t allow it. Range was a dose of truth serum. A natural high. A drug of sorts. Or, a combination of drugs. Increasingly potent. Consuming.
Her eyes darted around the room.
“Thank you.”
