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shouldn’t be around to ask you a million questions or really bother you. Um, and you know the laundry room is down the hall if you need to do your laundry. I have a stack of quarters that I store in my stock drawer if you need— ”
Wes sharply turned my chin toward him and kissed me hard on the mouth , stopping my words. He then just looked at me with a large grin on his face. “Darlin’, you really need to stop talking so damn much. I’m fine. You need to stop acting like I’m some random houseguest.”
I let my shoulders fall, exhaling a big breath at the same time. “I know, I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I don’t know what else to do.”
“I’ve noticed.” His expression grew serious as he lowered his brows, his bright green eyes looking directly into mine. “Is everything okay? Is there something you want to talk about?”
Yes. That I’m completely in love with you and don’t want you to sign the divorce papers or to ever go back to Vegas. “Yeah, just kind of tired. Getting an early phone call when I was up late the night before getting multiple orgasms doesn’t help.”
The grin spread even wider on his face. “Now you’re gonna make me start rambling and getting nervous.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please, don’t give me that bullshit, Mr. Wild Wes. You’re always on your A game.”
His fingers trailed along my jawline and I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to tremble. His very touch made me heat up. “I’m not always on my game, especially around you,” he murmured.
My alarm blared from the nightstand, knocking me out of my love trance and forcing me backward to slam the buttons and turn it off.
“I guess that means it’s time for you to get ready for work?” Wes asked.
I couldn’t look back at him. I just stared at the digital numbers on my alarm clock instead. I knew if I looked at him I’d never want to leave my bed. And if I was ever going to leave him I had to stop having those moments with him. “Yep. Guess it’s time.”
A Few Hours L ater
Starbucks was always packed. Everyone from businessmen to tourists were lined up to get their morning shot of caffeine before they went on with their day.
I expected to have to wait in a long line just to get my two-dollar cup of coffee that I could have made for a fraction of the price at home, but when I got there Abbi and Pam were already sitting at a table for three with a frappuccino sitting in front of the third chair.
I approached the table slowly and then stood behind the chair. Pam and Abbi were whispering to each other and didn’t notice m e, so I picked up the drink and straw beside it. “Double blended mocha frappuccino with a shot of toffee nut, whipped cream, chocolate and caramel syrup? It appears that my favorite drink is sitting here, so I can only expect you two are about to tell me that I’m fired. If that’s the case I would also like a muffin and a shot of Baileys to go with this.”
Abbi and Pam gasped and broke up their c onversation, staring at me wide-eyed like two girls who just got caught smoking in the boys bathroom.
“Valerie! I didn’t even hear you,” Abbi said with a nervous laugh.
I raised an eyebrow and sat down in the seat across from her. “Yeah, that was obvious. You two are being really weird.”
Pam groaned, shaking her finger at Abbi like a club. “See? I told you we looked like a couple of creepers. You should have just told Valerie what was up this morning when you called her like some psycho suburban serial killer mom.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The description was pretty accurate about my friend and mentor who may have been the girl that had Vegas strip club owners as clients, but also grew her own herb garden and never bought anything canned. She was the epitome of a suburban mom, hidden in an expensive suit.
“Fine, fine!” Abbi put her drink down and put her palms forward, uncrossing her arms and legs as she leaned forward. “Okay, we called you
Wes sharply turned my chin toward him and kissed me hard on the mouth , stopping my words. He then just looked at me with a large grin on his face. “Darlin’, you really need to stop talking so damn much. I’m fine. You need to stop acting like I’m some random houseguest.”
I let my shoulders fall, exhaling a big breath at the same time. “I know, I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I don’t know what else to do.”
“I’ve noticed.” His expression grew serious as he lowered his brows, his bright green eyes looking directly into mine. “Is everything okay? Is there something you want to talk about?”
Yes. That I’m completely in love with you and don’t want you to sign the divorce papers or to ever go back to Vegas. “Yeah, just kind of tired. Getting an early phone call when I was up late the night before getting multiple orgasms doesn’t help.”
The grin spread even wider on his face. “Now you’re gonna make me start rambling and getting nervous.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please, don’t give me that bullshit, Mr. Wild Wes. You’re always on your A game.”
His fingers trailed along my jawline and I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to tremble. His very touch made me heat up. “I’m not always on my game, especially around you,” he murmured.
My alarm blared from the nightstand, knocking me out of my love trance and forcing me backward to slam the buttons and turn it off.
“I guess that means it’s time for you to get ready for work?” Wes asked.
I couldn’t look back at him. I just stared at the digital numbers on my alarm clock instead. I knew if I looked at him I’d never want to leave my bed. And if I was ever going to leave him I had to stop having those moments with him. “Yep. Guess it’s time.”
A Few Hours L ater
Starbucks was always packed. Everyone from businessmen to tourists were lined up to get their morning shot of caffeine before they went on with their day.
I expected to have to wait in a long line just to get my two-dollar cup of coffee that I could have made for a fraction of the price at home, but when I got there Abbi and Pam were already sitting at a table for three with a frappuccino sitting in front of the third chair.
I approached the table slowly and then stood behind the chair. Pam and Abbi were whispering to each other and didn’t notice m e, so I picked up the drink and straw beside it. “Double blended mocha frappuccino with a shot of toffee nut, whipped cream, chocolate and caramel syrup? It appears that my favorite drink is sitting here, so I can only expect you two are about to tell me that I’m fired. If that’s the case I would also like a muffin and a shot of Baileys to go with this.”
Abbi and Pam gasped and broke up their c onversation, staring at me wide-eyed like two girls who just got caught smoking in the boys bathroom.
“Valerie! I didn’t even hear you,” Abbi said with a nervous laugh.
I raised an eyebrow and sat down in the seat across from her. “Yeah, that was obvious. You two are being really weird.”
Pam groaned, shaking her finger at Abbi like a club. “See? I told you we looked like a couple of creepers. You should have just told Valerie what was up this morning when you called her like some psycho suburban serial killer mom.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The description was pretty accurate about my friend and mentor who may have been the girl that had Vegas strip club owners as clients, but also grew her own herb garden and never bought anything canned. She was the epitome of a suburban mom, hidden in an expensive suit.
“Fine, fine!” Abbi put her drink down and put her palms forward, uncrossing her arms and legs as she leaned forward. “Okay, we called you
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