Knight(82)
I felt my lips quirk and I asked, “Female mud wrestling?”
“Like I said, the dude is half asshole, half idiot.”
I started giggling.
Knight didn’t find anything funny.
“I’m tired of you crawlin’ out of bed three hours after I joined you in it. I’m tired of classes and client nights and Saturdays which means I cannot have dinner with my woman but once a week. And bottom line, I’m not gonna sit back and watch my woman work her ass off when I can do something about it. You need to lose the day job.”
“Knight –”
“You can’t not accept because that’s unacceptable,” he cut me off. “You put notice in, no more than two weeks, Anya. And you spend your time with that bossy bitch who likes to spend money and move your clients to days. And your nights, before I have to take off, are spent with me. You design the spa you want. You decide how you’re gonna play it. We market it to get you clients. And I cover all that and your rent and living expenses until you get that show on the road.”
“Knight –”
“This isn’t a discussion.”
“Knight!” I shouted.
“What?” he clipped.
“Okay, but I have twenty thousand dollars saved for when I was gonna start my spa and I handle my rent and living expenses until I get that show on the road. And you keep track of what you spend and when I start turning a profit, we’ll set up a schedule for me paying you back.”
This was the wrong thing to say and I knew by the hard look that settled on his face.
“You don’t pay someone back for a gift, Anya.”
“But this is too much,” I replied carefully.
“When a gift is given, isn’t that for the person who’s giving it to say?”
Damn, he had a point.
“I –”
He interrupted me again to rap out, “You happy?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“In a way you know it’s gonna last?”
He asked that because he was happy in a way he knew it was going to last.
My heart turned over and I stared at him. Then I looked over my shoulder at his window, not able to see my party but knowing it was there.
A party he gave to me.
Mr. Sebring.
I looked back at him.
“I’m in love with you, so yes.”
He closed his eyes and he did it slowly, dropping his head.
That meant something to him.
I stared at him. Tall, broad, strong, scary, dude you don’t mess with Knight Sebring, head bowed, overcome.
No, I was wrong.
It meant everything to him.
My nose began to sting.
He opened his eyes and looked up, catching mine.
“Come here, baby.”
I moved back into his arms.
“Please let me give this to you,” he whispered.
“I can’t now nor will I ever be in the position to give you –”
He squeezed me quiet and his face dipped close. “Toasted almond pancakes. Sweet soft ‘okays’. Makin’ me laugh more in a few weeks than I have in decades. ‘Yes, Daddys’ I feel in my dick. The first voicemail you left me, babe, I saved it and I listen to it once a day. If I lose focus, I see you on your back, knees high, legs wide, offering your sweet, wet pussy to me. You smile at me in bed every time you wander outta my bedroom in my shirts, my tees or your work clothes and honest to Christ, it sets me up for the day. And no matter what shit goes down, I get through it knowin’ whichever bed I climb into at night, you’re in it ready to snuggle into me or give me what I wanna take. Your girl, a headache. You, never. And in a life that’s been full of headaches, babe, having that, there is no price tag. You gotta get it and do it right fuckin’ now that there’s a lotta different kinds of give and take. And you give as good as you get, baby, trust me.”
“We haven’t been together very long,” I reminded him.
“You love me and I love you. How long does that need to be?”
Another excellent point.
“I don’t want you ever to think I’m using you,” I whispered.
“You ask for a Maserati?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You ask for anything?”
“No. But –”
“You start takin’ what I don’t offer, babe, or askin’ for the moon, we got a problem. But I’m tellin’ you right now, and mark it, Anya, I’m fuckin’ thankful your cell phone was jacked. Because if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have wandered into my bedroom that night and I wouldn’t go to bed at night with the scent of your hair all I can smell and the taste of your pussy still in my mouth and your sweet body close to me and know I’ll sleep easy and wake up happy. And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.”