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Authors: Emma Nichols
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adult.” He looked almost disappointed. So, I perked up for a moment as I remembered. “Oh, but I bake incredible chocolate chip cookies and brownies!”
He laughed. “Well, I’m sure I have a dessert wine to pair with them.” He was quiet a moment. “I always wanted to learn to cook…” His voice trailed in such a way as to suggest he might be thinking.
“Well, you have plenty of time. Maybe we could take a cooking class together?” My jaw snapped shut at that. What the hell was I suggesting? Since when did I bother trying to be domesticated? I was a career woman, strong, independent, and self-employed. Crap. One day with him and I was offering to learn to cook? No man had ever managed to tame this chick. Crap. Just crap.
“You know, I’d like that,” he said quietly. “We’ll see…”
At least one of us had the sense to be somewhat non-committal. Why did it have to be him?
We played our game of getting to know each other into the night. It was close to 2am before we fell asleep. When we did, it wasn’t all snuggled in to the big comfy king sized bed. Instead, we fell asleep on the floor, right where we had enjoyed our picnic, cuddled together. That’s how we woke hours later.
As usual, I woke first. I took a moment then to study his features. He did rather look like a Ben to me all of a sudden. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and he didn’t even move. This man slept like the dead. Slowly, I stood and stretched. I was already too old to be sleeping on the floor. I was stiff and aching. Walking over to the bed, I picked up a pillow and dragged a blanket over. We had at least slept on the duvet. Before I bathed, I wanted to know he would be warm and comfortable. What can I say? The man brings out my softer side. Who knew I had nurturer tendencies?
In the bathroom, I took a quick shower, and then I threw on the hotel bathrobe and walked out to the main living area with my camera. I wanted to check out the sunrise over The Strip. It was time to get back to work, and though Vegas had been called an adult playground, I had to turn it into my new office.
When I first walked in, Jolie was lounging on the couch, drinking a coffee. Something about her pose in her robe, the way the sunlight was streaming in through the window creating this perfect effect, her look of sheer comfort and calm…I had to capture her. So, I did.
“Hey,” she said, looking up. “I thought we had agreed to no more photos without my permission years ago.” She smirked at me.
“I have a terrible memory,” I lied.
“You have the memory of an elephant. I’m sure you forgot,” she laughed.
Sitting down on the other end of the sectional, I asked casually, “So how do you like Vegas?”
“I love it. Of course, I’ve seen more of it than you have,” she said with a smirk.
“Have you now?” I asked. “And just what have you seen?”
Jolie started rattling off a list of places she had visited and ended with, “You have to go to The Bellagio. Between the fountains out front and the conservatory inside…it can’t be missed.”
I sat back with my legs stretched out and considered it. “We didn’t really talk about me working,” I said. “We didn’t talk about how long we were going to be in Vegas or stay in a hotel or anything.” I could feel the panic rising in my chest.
“You have time,” Jolie said quietly. “Last night was your first night back together. It’s no wonder that you didn’t get to discuss any of that. See how the next few days go.”
Sitting up and swinging my feet off the couch and back onto the floor, I leaned forward before speaking. “I don’t like this, Jolie. I don’t like who I am when he’s around. I feel weak and I hate that.” I looked up at her, knowing she would recognize the sadness in my eyes.
“It’s too soon to run, Sin. What would you be running from anyway? A man who treats you better than gold? A man who is open and honest about his feelings and not only
He laughed. “Well, I’m sure I have a dessert wine to pair with them.” He was quiet a moment. “I always wanted to learn to cook…” His voice trailed in such a way as to suggest he might be thinking.
“Well, you have plenty of time. Maybe we could take a cooking class together?” My jaw snapped shut at that. What the hell was I suggesting? Since when did I bother trying to be domesticated? I was a career woman, strong, independent, and self-employed. Crap. One day with him and I was offering to learn to cook? No man had ever managed to tame this chick. Crap. Just crap.
“You know, I’d like that,” he said quietly. “We’ll see…”
At least one of us had the sense to be somewhat non-committal. Why did it have to be him?
We played our game of getting to know each other into the night. It was close to 2am before we fell asleep. When we did, it wasn’t all snuggled in to the big comfy king sized bed. Instead, we fell asleep on the floor, right where we had enjoyed our picnic, cuddled together. That’s how we woke hours later.
As usual, I woke first. I took a moment then to study his features. He did rather look like a Ben to me all of a sudden. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and he didn’t even move. This man slept like the dead. Slowly, I stood and stretched. I was already too old to be sleeping on the floor. I was stiff and aching. Walking over to the bed, I picked up a pillow and dragged a blanket over. We had at least slept on the duvet. Before I bathed, I wanted to know he would be warm and comfortable. What can I say? The man brings out my softer side. Who knew I had nurturer tendencies?
In the bathroom, I took a quick shower, and then I threw on the hotel bathrobe and walked out to the main living area with my camera. I wanted to check out the sunrise over The Strip. It was time to get back to work, and though Vegas had been called an adult playground, I had to turn it into my new office.
When I first walked in, Jolie was lounging on the couch, drinking a coffee. Something about her pose in her robe, the way the sunlight was streaming in through the window creating this perfect effect, her look of sheer comfort and calm…I had to capture her. So, I did.
“Hey,” she said, looking up. “I thought we had agreed to no more photos without my permission years ago.” She smirked at me.
“I have a terrible memory,” I lied.
“You have the memory of an elephant. I’m sure you forgot,” she laughed.
Sitting down on the other end of the sectional, I asked casually, “So how do you like Vegas?”
“I love it. Of course, I’ve seen more of it than you have,” she said with a smirk.
“Have you now?” I asked. “And just what have you seen?”
Jolie started rattling off a list of places she had visited and ended with, “You have to go to The Bellagio. Between the fountains out front and the conservatory inside…it can’t be missed.”
I sat back with my legs stretched out and considered it. “We didn’t really talk about me working,” I said. “We didn’t talk about how long we were going to be in Vegas or stay in a hotel or anything.” I could feel the panic rising in my chest.
“You have time,” Jolie said quietly. “Last night was your first night back together. It’s no wonder that you didn’t get to discuss any of that. See how the next few days go.”
Sitting up and swinging my feet off the couch and back onto the floor, I leaned forward before speaking. “I don’t like this, Jolie. I don’t like who I am when he’s around. I feel weak and I hate that.” I looked up at her, knowing she would recognize the sadness in my eyes.
“It’s too soon to run, Sin. What would you be running from anyway? A man who treats you better than gold? A man who is open and honest about his feelings and not only
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