“Why don’t you sleep on the couch in the waiting room? Or go home? I’ll stay here, I’ve got her.” Lex turns her head and kisses Emma’s hair and I suppress the need to cry, like a little emotional bitch. My woman loving my daughter, there isn’t anything more perfect or beautiful in all this world.
“No, sweetheart, I’ll sleep on the chair. You go back to bed. I’m sorry again for my behavior tonight. I promise to make it up to you.”
Locking her eyes with mine she says, “There is nothing to forgive, Gage. Part of this is my fault. If I’d…”
I interrupt her, knowing where she’s about to go and I won’t have her talking that way. “Stop it right now. This is not your fault. This is Melissa’s. You didn’t hurt Emma, she did. You’re just making up for lost time with her. She missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t bring her back into your life sooner.” I grab her hand and kiss her palm, and each pad of her finger I tentatively press supple kisses, paying special attention to them. Making sure, none of my Angel’s fingers feel left out. That would be a shame if they did.
Lex’s eyes become fogged with lust as each kiss is pressed to her fingers and she coo’s, drawling in a sharp breath.
“Now rest, Angel. I love you.”
Releasing her hand, I comb her pretty hair with my fingers, and she nearly purrs as I caress her head. Damn, I love touching her soft hair.
Once I finish, I leave her bedside, and I sit in the uncomfortable hospital chair. It’s time to catch a few hours of rest. I hope.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Thursday
Lex
“Daniel can you please bring in the newest files from Saks?” I yell from my desk.
Daniel and I have been busy busting our butts this week, finalizing all of the work needed for the Saks fall line. After missing work on Monday to be with Emma and Gage, I’ve been working until nine every single night. I’ve hardly had a moment to breathe. They’ve sent over fifty billion requests, one of which is to add patchouli to the salt scrub for men, that we’re manufacturing. They also want an amber tinted lip balm. It’s been a mess trying to keep up with, and more requests keep filing in daily. Among the other accounts, we already have. I’m only one woman for cryin’ out loud. I can only handle so much.
On Monday, they released Emma at ten a.m. Gage didn’t have a vehicle so Linc came and drove us both home. Emma is taking off all week at school and Gage has already made her see a shrink, twice. We’ve kept in constant contact. He’s been working from home and taking care of Emma. I’ve been working. It’s been impossible to see one another. Although he’s still charmed my socks off, a time or two. Monday night Dolly’s Dairy Dream was delivered to my home. Tuesday, I had a ridiculously large bouquet of six dozen red roses personally delivered by my mother. The card attached said.
“We loved with a love that was more than love”.
You are my all - XoXo – Your Suit Master
The quote is from Edgar Allen Poe.
Then yesterday, he had chocolate macadamia nut biscotti with a caramel drizzle delivered, courtesy of Barbie, who hand delivered them herself. We sat and chatted for about ten minutes and drank a wonderful chai tea that she brought along.
Speak of the devil. My phone chimes and Daniel comes strolling into my office. “Here, boss.” He drops three blue folders on my desk.
“Are these all the documents?” My hand gestures toward the folders.
He nods. “Yes, first are the requests, second is a vast selection of concoctions that have been tested by our chemist for you to pick from, and the third are approved packaging choices.”
Gee whizz, it’s already one and I’ve yet to take a chunk out of this workload. When it comes to crunch time with a line your company formulates, it’s like you’re moving faster than a freight train and still you’re not moving fast enough. There is an extended process of lists and checklists that have to be categorically completed. I’m so thankful to have Daniel to assist me; he’s my savior.
A faint knock sounds at my doorframe, and Daniel and I both look to see who’s here. I don’t have time for idle chitchat. I’m on a roll today.
“I’m here with a delivery.” A man in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt stammers.
“Yes, yes, come in.” I wave him in, and get back to flipping through folders. “Daniel handle that will you?” I order, dismissively waving my hand, zoning in on another damn request that must have been faxed over this morning.
“They want menthol in the lip balm for men? Are you kidding me?! Do they want the woman who are kissing these men, to think they taste like grandpa? No way. Why don’t they just let me do my damn job and pick something women find pleasing, like honey?” I grumble, talking to myself. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes in agitation, as I tap my barefoot on the floor.