“Who looks like a fitness model.” I interrupt again, just because I can.
Rolling his eyes, with a cocky smile he continues. “Okay, whatever you say, beautiful. Anyhow…” He sighs. “I’m a lawyer and you’re a company owner. A highly successful business owner, I might add. It’s not some little company you run here, Angel. It’s a big deal. Lawyer plus company owner… pretty much spells out power couple. It’s like two doctors being married, or a lawyer and a politician.”
“Alright, whatever you say, Gage. All that matters to me is that we have the power to make a difference. Speaking of which, how’s the case with the woman whose husband ran her over? You know the one I referred to you, when I still thought you were the Suit Master and not Gage.”
“I’m both of them rolled into one…and she’s good. They moved into that house this past week. The husband has been taken into custody until the trial. He can’t make bail. Good thing too, his public defender told me if he could, he’s worried about him driving this far to come after her. That’s why I made sure his bail was set at fifty thousand.”
Talking another half an hour in the conference room, Gage and I finally stop, which is always hard. We can talk about anything and have a lot in common, more so than I ever thought. Holding his hand, we walk through the building to the front and I kiss him goodbye, a scorching kiss, where he grabs my ass and holds me hard against his body, while his tongue insatiably probes my mouth.
Waving to him from the door as he departs and takes my heart with him. I hate it when he leaves me, it makes my heart ache. I’m so drunk on love it’s almost pathetic. However, I’ll happily deal with these feelings if that means I get to keep Mr. Overprotective-GQ-Model and my princess Emma in my life.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sunday
Lex
Tasha: Lex get your ass in the house.
Me: Are you sure??????
“Angel, let’s go inside.” Gage sternly orders, his hand resting on the nob of his father’s white farmhouse door.
We’ve taken twenty minutes to make it to the front door from Gage’s truck. Good thing he drove because I wouldn’t be standing here if he didn’t. I would have taken off like a bat outa hell and never looked back. I’m so nervous I could puke. It’s not every day you get to be formally introduced to your boyfriend’s entire family. My family is small, consists of Roni, my mom, Lincoln, and that’s it. Gage has a brother and a sister who’s married and has two kids. Then you have his dad and Chelsea, his wife. That he basically cradle robbed in order to marry.
The front door opens, breaking Gage of his grip on the nob. Tasha wearing a spicy burnt orange dress hugging her stunning curvaceous body takes up the doorframe. Instantly spotting me on the stoop, her hand reaches out for me.
“Lex, girlfriend, get your ass in this house. I need help cooking and I want to hear all about this weekend Gage is raving about.”
I reach out and take her hand. Gage audibly releases a long sigh. “Thank God.” He mutters under his breath and I stick my tongue out at him.
Shrugging he asks, “What? It took an hour to pick out your dress today, Angel, then another fifteen minutes to get you into the truck. We get here and I’ve got to basically pry your fingers from the door handle to get you this far. If I had known Tasha was a master negotiator, I would have called in for backup long before this.”
Hardy-har-har-har smart-alec. I can’t help that I’m a bundle of nerves. Tasha is the only one I am familiar with because we’ve exchanged a few texts over the past week or two, mainly stuff pertaining to Emma. Although it’s been nice conversing with another female, and one who is actually feminine, unlike my wonderful best friend who thinks Manolo Blahnik is a city in South Africa, not the name of a famous designer brand.
Pulling me up the steps, I lean over and peck my handsome boyfriend on the chin before Tasha drags me into the house. Gage, right on our heels, shuts the door. I don’t have a moment to breathe as Tasha whisks me into the small kitchen at the back of the house. A dog brushes up against my calves and I grin, bending down I pet the dog, I know as Babs.
“Hey there girl. I’ve heard a lot about you.” I run my hand down Babs’s back, and she leans into me, obviously liking the attention.
“Lex!” I hear my princess call, and I glance up to see her entering the house from a back screen door, a giant smile plastered on her face as she excitedly comes running at me. Throwing her arms around my neck, I laugh. Wrapping one arm around her back and one on her legs, I hoist her up into my arms, securing her legs around my hip, bringing her face-to-face with me.