Did he maneuver all this because I wouldn’t cancel my plans with Dee? Had no one ever refused him before? That made me frown. “Careful, Wade Devon …”
He grinned and took my hand.
Butterflies scurried inside my tummy. Shivers shot up my spine. Need made me wet between my thighs. What the hell are you doing, Charlie Wells? What the hell?
~ Six ~
SEX WITH WADE was mind-blowingly erotic.
Whatever he did, however, he did it, kept me on the edge, and then afterwards I was amazed at how he liked to cradle me, hold me, feather my face and neck with sweet little kisses.
I woke up to coffee. I sat up, and he actually put it in my hands.
I eyed him through half-shut lashes. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Not much, actually,” he answered. “Now up and get showered. We have to rush to make our appointment.”
“My car is at the club parking lot … ?”
“Leave your keys with me. I’ll have someone bring your car home.”
“Oh.” I’d forgotten—he was Mr. Rich Guy and could arrange almost anything. Then I realized what he had said before that. “ Appointment ?”
“Sothers in Greenwich,” he explained over his shoulder.
“Sothers?” I scrambled all over his bed. “Appointment with Sothers?” I was too excited to do more than babble now. “Wait, I have to go. I have to figure out what to wear — ”
He stopped in the doorway. “I laid out everything you’ll need in the dressing room. I’ve already worked out on the treadmill and showered, so it’s all yours.”
I glanced at the clock. It was only seven in the morning, and although that was when I used to get up and grain all the horses for my parents so they could sleep in on the weekends, I didn’t do that anymore. But this, this was different. This was for Sother’s Art Gallery.
He returned and gave my butt a slap through his white T-shirt. “Up, Charlie.”
I looked at him and laughed. “Control freak.”
He chuckled. “You are tempting, you know. If you stay like that in bed, I may just call off this meeting and crawl in with you … ”
“Ho-no.” I grinned. “No way am I missing out on this.” After all, we were talking about Sothers. This could make my career. But did I really stand a chance with such a prestigious firm?
I was up and on my feet. He reached in and pulled me in and against himself. But all he did was surprise me by kissing my forehead. “Today will be a big day for you, baby.”
“Will it? We don’t know if they’ll like my paintings.”
“Oh, they will . I selected the very best you have.”
“Wait, what? You selected? ”
“Yes. When I was with you the other night, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out and studied every single painting and made a selection of six.”
That rubbed me wrong. Maybe it shouldn’t have—I knew he was only trying to help—but I am very ‘funny’ about my work. Some paintings are private. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He looked bewildered. “Why?”
“Wade—don’t you see that was invading my privacy? If you wanted to select some paintings for today’s showing or wanted a say in my selection, you should have told me, not just gone in while I was sleeping and taken what you wanted.”
He stiffened and then almost immediately relaxed again. He sighed and cocked his head. “Okay, okay … I’m used to doing things my way—it’s how I operate. I’m sorry. I think, however, you’ll like what I selected for the showing. I put in the canvas of Spike, as well.”
Now I was angry. “ Spike is not for sale. ”
He put up his hands. “Okay, okay. We’ll leave Spike out of the collection.” He took my shoulders and gave me a little shake. “Charlie, this is all new to me. I want to do something special for you, and I am used to … well, if I overstepped, forgive me?”
Those blues pleading into mine made me waver, and the anger was suddenly gone. “Sure, okay, but listen up, Mr. Control Freak. No invading of privacy
He grinned and took my hand.
Butterflies scurried inside my tummy. Shivers shot up my spine. Need made me wet between my thighs. What the hell are you doing, Charlie Wells? What the hell?
~ Six ~
SEX WITH WADE was mind-blowingly erotic.
Whatever he did, however, he did it, kept me on the edge, and then afterwards I was amazed at how he liked to cradle me, hold me, feather my face and neck with sweet little kisses.
I woke up to coffee. I sat up, and he actually put it in my hands.
I eyed him through half-shut lashes. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Not much, actually,” he answered. “Now up and get showered. We have to rush to make our appointment.”
“My car is at the club parking lot … ?”
“Leave your keys with me. I’ll have someone bring your car home.”
“Oh.” I’d forgotten—he was Mr. Rich Guy and could arrange almost anything. Then I realized what he had said before that. “ Appointment ?”
“Sothers in Greenwich,” he explained over his shoulder.
“Sothers?” I scrambled all over his bed. “Appointment with Sothers?” I was too excited to do more than babble now. “Wait, I have to go. I have to figure out what to wear — ”
He stopped in the doorway. “I laid out everything you’ll need in the dressing room. I’ve already worked out on the treadmill and showered, so it’s all yours.”
I glanced at the clock. It was only seven in the morning, and although that was when I used to get up and grain all the horses for my parents so they could sleep in on the weekends, I didn’t do that anymore. But this, this was different. This was for Sother’s Art Gallery.
He returned and gave my butt a slap through his white T-shirt. “Up, Charlie.”
I looked at him and laughed. “Control freak.”
He chuckled. “You are tempting, you know. If you stay like that in bed, I may just call off this meeting and crawl in with you … ”
“Ho-no.” I grinned. “No way am I missing out on this.” After all, we were talking about Sothers. This could make my career. But did I really stand a chance with such a prestigious firm?
I was up and on my feet. He reached in and pulled me in and against himself. But all he did was surprise me by kissing my forehead. “Today will be a big day for you, baby.”
“Will it? We don’t know if they’ll like my paintings.”
“Oh, they will . I selected the very best you have.”
“Wait, what? You selected? ”
“Yes. When I was with you the other night, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out and studied every single painting and made a selection of six.”
That rubbed me wrong. Maybe it shouldn’t have—I knew he was only trying to help—but I am very ‘funny’ about my work. Some paintings are private. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He looked bewildered. “Why?”
“Wade—don’t you see that was invading my privacy? If you wanted to select some paintings for today’s showing or wanted a say in my selection, you should have told me, not just gone in while I was sleeping and taken what you wanted.”
He stiffened and then almost immediately relaxed again. He sighed and cocked his head. “Okay, okay … I’m used to doing things my way—it’s how I operate. I’m sorry. I think, however, you’ll like what I selected for the showing. I put in the canvas of Spike, as well.”
Now I was angry. “ Spike is not for sale. ”
He put up his hands. “Okay, okay. We’ll leave Spike out of the collection.” He took my shoulders and gave me a little shake. “Charlie, this is all new to me. I want to do something special for you, and I am used to … well, if I overstepped, forgive me?”
Those blues pleading into mine made me waver, and the anger was suddenly gone. “Sure, okay, but listen up, Mr. Control Freak. No invading of privacy
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