The Gun Runner(70)
“Really?”
“Really.” I buried my face in her hair and inhaled a deep breath.
Lilacs, jasmine and sunshine.
The aroma reminded me of our little escapade in the Saks dressing room. “You better get busy looking,” I said. “Or I’m going to end up bending you over this couch.”
She pulled away and glanced over each shoulder. “You can’t do that in here.”
“Probably not a good idea, but I just got a whiff of your hair and it reminded me of Saks.”
“Every time I hear that word it makes me wet.”
“What word?”
“Saks,” she said.
I chuckled. “Saks, Saks, Saks, Saks.”
“You’re going to get it when we get back to your place.” She held my hand in hers and started walking toward the bedroom furniture. “Why’d you want the furniture delivered by this weekend?”
“Thought it’d look nice when Cap and Michelle came over.”
She stopped and turned to face me. “He said yes?”
“He did.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. This is so exciting. Can we buy some candles?”
I stared back at her. “Candles?”
“You don’t have any candles. Like none. In the whole house.”
My stare continued. “I didn’t know I needed any.”
“Well, you do. You need a few Jo Malone Wild Fig and Cassis candles. If you’re going to have a girl in your house full-time, actually there’s a lot of things we’re going to need to get.”
I wanted a life with her, and I was willing to do almost anything to get it. But candles?
“Alright,” I said. “We’ll get the Jo Malone candles. But it’s going to cost you.”
“What?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I said with a grin.
Chapter Thirty-One
Terra
I was excited for our little get-together. Cap was dressed in dark wash jeans, a black button-down shirt, and dress boots. He looked more than different, he looked good. Michael was dressed similarly, and I had on my little black dress.
All we were missing was Michelle.
Cap was pacing the floor of the kitchen. “I’m as nervous as a whore in church.”
“Don’t be,” Michael said. “It’s just a girl. We’re just going to hang out and have a few drinks.”
“Maybe we’ll watch a movie on Netflix or something. Just relax,” I said.
Cap stopped pacing and glared at me. “Netflix and chill for me means another episode of New Girl and an ice-cold beer. I ain’t used to this shit.”
I grinned. “Just be yourself. And you look nice.”
“When’s she gonna get here?” he asked.
“I said seven, and it’s past seven, so any minute.”
“And this chick’s cool, right? I mean I can just act like me?”
“She’s really cool. You’ll see. After we get a few drinks in her, she’ll loosen up.”
“So we gotta get her drunk to enjoy her company?”
I laughed. “No. But she’ll open up after she has a few drinks.”
Michael walked through the living room and nervously adjusted everything from the pictures on the wall to the plants I had purchased and carefully placed throughout the room.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
I opened the door. Michelle was dressed in jeans, heels and a sheer black button-down with an extremely low neck. Her rather large boobs were bubbling out of the top of her partially exposed bra.
“You look like a hooker,” I whispered.
She grinned and hugged me. “A really sexy hooker. Oh my God. Is that him?” she whispered.
“Black shirt. Yeah.”
“Quit cock blocking me.” She chuckled, pushing me to the side. “Move.”
By the time I closed the front door and walked into the kitchen, she had introduced herself to Michael and Cap, and Cap was pouring her a glass of wine. Michael and Michelle stood on one side of the kitchen island, which was also a bar, and Cap stood on the other. I walked to Cap’s side and picked up my wine.
Michelle reached for her glass. “So, you used to be a marine?”
“I did. Ten years of getting shot at was enough, so I got out.”
“What do you do now?”
“Security advisor. I train people in the use of weapons, and tactics. Boring stuff. You?”
Michelle took a sip of wine and leaned forward, pressing the bottom of her boobs onto the countertop, and forcing the tops out of her bra. “I’m a trust-fund baby, just like Terra.”
I glanced at Michael. I couldn’t tell if he caught it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I glared at her, trying to get her to see me without Michael doing so. Her eyes were glued to Cap. Eventually, I gave up.