Jade, for the most part, seems okay. On occasions, when she thinks I’m not watching, I see the worry etched on her beautiful face. I haven’t gone to work for that very reason. As long as we’re together, she’s safe. I’ve been doing what I can from home, but I’ll have to go back in to the office eventually. I was hoping the situation with M would’ve been sorted by now.
The time I’ve spent with Jade this week has been amazing. She’s smart, witty and completely fucking adorable. She’s down to earth and just a pleasure to be around. I love how easy-going she is. Most of the women I’ve been with in the past are high maintenance.
Even if things don’t last between us—and I find myself hoping they do—I know I’ll cherish every second I’ve spent with her. I’ve realised a moment of something incredible is far better than a lifetime of nothing special, which is exactly what I’ve had until she came along.
Erika, my housekeeper, came in briefly this morning to do a bit of cleaning. Jade gave her a list of things to pick up from the supermarket—she’s been cooking for me all week. Her culinary skills are extraordinary and would rival the best of the best. What blows my mind is she’s had no formal training. I’d love to see her fulfil her dream of opening a restaurant one day. It’s plain to see she’s in her element when she’s in the kitchen.
‘Hi,’ I hear her say from the door of my office.
‘Hi.’
‘I’m not disturbing you am I?’
‘Not at all,’ I say, rolling my chair out from under my desk and tapping my hand on my knee. Pushing off the door frame, she comes over to me. As soon as she’s in reaching distance, I grasp her hips, pulling her down onto my lap. ‘I’ll always make time for you.’ I place a soft kiss on the side of her head and draw her body closer.
‘I’ve really enjoyed my time here,’ she says before resting her head on my shoulder and sighing. She seems content, which I love. ‘I just wanted to let you know that dinner will be ready soon.’
Who knew playing house could be so enjoyable? Not me. I honestly thought I was happy living here on my own, but now I know that’s not the case. Jade has changed me in so many ways. I’m truly going to miss her when she goes. To my huge disappointment, she’s voiced her desire to leave numerous times over the past few days. When it’s safe to do so, she has plans of returning to her apartment, or finding somewhere else to live. Every time she mentions it, I get a stabbing pain in my chest. There’s a huge part of me that doesn’t want her to go. But I’ll worry about that when I have to.
I can understand why she’d want her freedom after the life she’s led, but I hope that her going home doesn’t mean the end of us.
‘Have I got enough time for a quick snack?’ I ask as my lips kiss a path up her neck.
‘Always,’ she replies, smiling and turning her head to capture my lips.
I groan into her mouth. Lifting her off my lap, I place her on the desk in front of me. My fingers go to work undoing the button and zip on her shorts. When my eyes meet hers again, she’s doing that damn lip-biting thing again. Fuck, she’s beautiful, in every sense of the word.
She lifts her arse slightly off the desk so I can remove her shorts and panties. Placing my hands on the back of her calves, I lift her legs and position her feet on my shoulders before my mouth bears down on her.
‘Brock,’ she moans. We’ve slowly been making our way through this massive house over the past few days. When I’m finished with her, it will be time to tick Christening my office desk off the list. I won’t be satisfied until I can’t enter any room in this house without thinking of her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JADE
Saturday morning, I get a nice surprise. ‘What’s going on?’ I ask when Brock leads me into the lounge room.
‘I have a work function to attend tonight, and I was hoping you’d be my date.’
‘Really?’ I ask.
‘Really. Will you come with me?’
‘Yes,’ I say without hesitation, even though butterflies swarm in my stomach at the thought of going. I’m not even sure why, I’ve attended these kinds of events a thousand times in the past. I guess this is the first time I’ll be going as someone’s date instead of their client—as Jade the person, not Jade the escort.
‘Great,’ he replies, pulling me into his arms. After placing a kiss on my forehead, he turns towards our guest. ‘Jade Davis, this is Brendan. He’s a stylist and friend of my brother’s.’
‘It’s lovely to meet you,’ he says, taking my hand and placing a kiss on my knuckles. ‘You’re simply stunning.’ He shifts my arm out to the side as his eyes travel the length of my body. ‘It’s going to be an absolute pleasure working with you, Miss Davis.’