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limestone. The coldness of the apartment hits me like an iceberg, and I'm thankful of it.
He really hasn't gone to town on this place with decoration, although with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, you really don't need any.
Slowly walking into the kitchen, placing my purse on the gray stone countertop, I watch, leaning back against a counter, as he walks into the living area, shrugging out of his black suit jacket and placing it on the back of the couch. My eyes fixated on the movement of his back, like I have x-ray vision and can see every curve and dip of his flesh underneath.
When he turns, I quickly have to shake myself out of my trance, but I think he caught me ‘cause he's giving me a roguish smile as he walks back over. “Are you okay? You seem quiet.” He asks as he comes to lean over the glass table at the end of the breakfast bar.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” I smile, “just admiring the place. You've done good for yourself.”
He shrugs. “Not really. My Uncle built the stepping stones for me and then I started building my empire.”
His Mom was an only child. Her parents didn't have much in life, but her Uncle did. He had no children of his own, and always promised her that he’d take care of her if she needed it. When she fell pregnant with Kyle, he made sure she had a nice house for them to live in. Mr. Cooper was always out at work trying to keep his wife happy and catered for. Although at the time Kyle insisted he wasn’t interested, he told me his Uncle, well his Mom’s, promised him that he could take over the company when he retired. I guess he changed his mind.
“Yeah, I know, but you've still done good. I'm proud of you,” I state.
“Aww, C.J., you getting soft on me?” he mocks, leaning up on one elbow and pressing his free hand over his heart.
I look at him sternly, and tell him slowly to, “Fuck. Off.”
He laughs softly. Standing back upright, he comes over and takes my hand. Butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach and chest, like they’re hyped up on some kind of energizing drug. If this is how I'm going to react to him again, I may have to keep my distance. If not I'll be having a heart attack by the end of the week.
I follow behind him as he walks into an equally large room. It's minimal, except the enormous television and huge, comfy looking couches. Again my eyes are attracted to the glistening ocean that reaches out, till the edge of the earth.
He releases my hand before taking a seat, bouncing around like a child on a bouncy house. “These are so much comfier than those things you call couches. I wouldn't let a stray dog sit on those things.”
I take a seat beside him, knowing too well that I'm sitting looking like the new girl in new surroundings. “I'm sure a stray dog would love my chaise lounges. I can live with them for now,” I say, a little defensive.
He quickly gets up, kicks off his shiny black dress shoes and then takes both my hands and lifts me off the huge marshmallow. “Hey! I was comfy.”
“Sorry. You need to get out of that dress.”
My body goes rigid. I'm sure he just told me to get out of my dress. Would he really say that? Is that all I'm here for? “Excuse me?” I ask, shock evident in my quivering, quiet tone.
He chuckles, then pulls me closer, lifting my chin with his finger, and I can see a flashback of us the other night, in this same scenario… minus melted ice-cream. “You heard me. You can't crash in this thing,” he says, pinching the fabric of my dress. I slap his hand away like his prints will ruin it. “There's something for you to wear in my room.”
“Seriously K.C.,” I say, my mind beginning to race with thoughts of him getting me in his room, alone. Although some old memories do mix into them, and they aren't all bad. “I'll be fine in this, don't worry about it.”
He drags me by the hand, regardless, starting the tirade of the butterflies again. “No. Come on C.J., I just want this to be
He really hasn't gone to town on this place with decoration, although with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, you really don't need any.
Slowly walking into the kitchen, placing my purse on the gray stone countertop, I watch, leaning back against a counter, as he walks into the living area, shrugging out of his black suit jacket and placing it on the back of the couch. My eyes fixated on the movement of his back, like I have x-ray vision and can see every curve and dip of his flesh underneath.
When he turns, I quickly have to shake myself out of my trance, but I think he caught me ‘cause he's giving me a roguish smile as he walks back over. “Are you okay? You seem quiet.” He asks as he comes to lean over the glass table at the end of the breakfast bar.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” I smile, “just admiring the place. You've done good for yourself.”
He shrugs. “Not really. My Uncle built the stepping stones for me and then I started building my empire.”
His Mom was an only child. Her parents didn't have much in life, but her Uncle did. He had no children of his own, and always promised her that he’d take care of her if she needed it. When she fell pregnant with Kyle, he made sure she had a nice house for them to live in. Mr. Cooper was always out at work trying to keep his wife happy and catered for. Although at the time Kyle insisted he wasn’t interested, he told me his Uncle, well his Mom’s, promised him that he could take over the company when he retired. I guess he changed his mind.
“Yeah, I know, but you've still done good. I'm proud of you,” I state.
“Aww, C.J., you getting soft on me?” he mocks, leaning up on one elbow and pressing his free hand over his heart.
I look at him sternly, and tell him slowly to, “Fuck. Off.”
He laughs softly. Standing back upright, he comes over and takes my hand. Butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach and chest, like they’re hyped up on some kind of energizing drug. If this is how I'm going to react to him again, I may have to keep my distance. If not I'll be having a heart attack by the end of the week.
I follow behind him as he walks into an equally large room. It's minimal, except the enormous television and huge, comfy looking couches. Again my eyes are attracted to the glistening ocean that reaches out, till the edge of the earth.
He releases my hand before taking a seat, bouncing around like a child on a bouncy house. “These are so much comfier than those things you call couches. I wouldn't let a stray dog sit on those things.”
I take a seat beside him, knowing too well that I'm sitting looking like the new girl in new surroundings. “I'm sure a stray dog would love my chaise lounges. I can live with them for now,” I say, a little defensive.
He quickly gets up, kicks off his shiny black dress shoes and then takes both my hands and lifts me off the huge marshmallow. “Hey! I was comfy.”
“Sorry. You need to get out of that dress.”
My body goes rigid. I'm sure he just told me to get out of my dress. Would he really say that? Is that all I'm here for? “Excuse me?” I ask, shock evident in my quivering, quiet tone.
He chuckles, then pulls me closer, lifting my chin with his finger, and I can see a flashback of us the other night, in this same scenario… minus melted ice-cream. “You heard me. You can't crash in this thing,” he says, pinching the fabric of my dress. I slap his hand away like his prints will ruin it. “There's something for you to wear in my room.”
“Seriously K.C.,” I say, my mind beginning to race with thoughts of him getting me in his room, alone. Although some old memories do mix into them, and they aren't all bad. “I'll be fine in this, don't worry about it.”
He drags me by the hand, regardless, starting the tirade of the butterflies again. “No. Come on C.J., I just want this to be
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