Spin My Love (My Love #1)(36)

When I open my eyes the expression on his face is one of pure lust. I raise my hand onto his chest and push him back a little, so we aren’t touching. His lip twitches as he takes my hand and leads me to a table.

We listen to the music until it’s time to go. We’re both quiet as he packs up and we drive home.

“You still have one question left, you know,” he says.

“I know,” I reply. “I’ve had it planned for a while now.”

“Let’s hear it then,” he replies, sounding relaxed.

“I was wondering how you still have so much money. A drug habit is expensive, isn’t it?”

Tane looks at me out of the corner of his eyes. “It is expensive, and I’d have a hell of a lot more money right now if I hadn’t wasted so much of it. Luckily, I have people who work for me that suggested a few extremely profitable investments. And on top of DJing, I also produce, so that brings in extra money.”

“People who work for you?” I ask.

“Yeah, a financial advisor and an accountant and what-not.”

“Did they advise you not to spend your money on drugs?” I ask dryly.

He chuckles. “I’m sure they wanted to quit more than once, but they did make some good suggestions that I luckily listened to before I was too deep in shit.”

“The money doesn’t matter to me, you know. I was just curious, since you have a gorgeous house and car etcetera.”

“I know,” he replies. “The thought never once crossed my mind, Giselle. You wouldn’t even take the money I tried to give you for child support throughout the years.”

I’m really not that kind of person. I’ve worked for everything I have and will continue to do so.

“You know,” he says, “this is our fourth date.”

I smile. “I know.”

“And do you think this could work?” His voice cracks a little. “Or are you going to tell me to leave you the hell alone?”

I puff out a breath. “I think we have a long way to go, but I’m willing to try and see where it takes us.”

He exhales deeply. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“It’s not going to be easy …”

“Nothing worth it ever is.”

Isn’t that the truth?

When we get to my house, Tane walks me to my door. After I open it, he goes to say good night.

“Do you want to stay over?” I ask. He looks surprised. “Not like that … just to sleep again.”

He gives me a soft smile. “I’d love to.”

He locks his car and enters the house behind me. I set the alarm system and walk to the kitchen, then pull a jug of water from the fridge and pour two glasses, sliding one towards him. I down mine in several gulps and put the glass in the sink, while he sips on his. The silence is comfortable. I could get used to this.

When he’s done I take the glass from him and leave it next to mine.

“Come on,” I say, leading him to my bedroom. I feel a little nervous, even though I have no reason to. I’m not ready to have sex with him; I know that and he knows it too. But the idea of waking up next to him again … it’s exciting.

I give him a smile before I go into the bathroom. I have a quick shower, washing the night off me, before drying and wrapping myself in a towel.

I walk out of the bathroom and hand him a fresh towel.

“Go ahead,” I say. I don’t miss the way his eyes run over my body, lingering on the droplets of water running down into my cleavage. It sends shivers of arousal through my body.

I hear the shower turn on so I drop my towel and get dressed. I pull on some silky pyjama pants and a plain camisole and jump into bed. I hear the shower turn off, and while I’m putting my hair into a braid, Tane walks out. My mouth goes dry. In nothing but boxers, he looks good enough to eat.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I only have the button up.” Heck, I’m tempted to tell him to ditch the boxers altogether.

Instead I say, “Don’t be silly. Hop in.”

He walks over to the bed and gently slides beside me. As I tie off my braid, I feel as though electricity is pulsing beneath my skin. The chemistry between us is insane, and we aren’t even touching.

Tane lays down on his back before putting his arm out in invitation. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I cuddle into his chest, reaching my arm around him. I breathe out a long sigh. This feels amazing.

This feels right.

He leans down and gently kisses my forehead. I angle my head upwards and gently kiss his lips. We both let out a sigh.

“Good night, Giselle,” he says.

“Good night, Tane,” I whisper.





Chapter Eighteen

Giselle

“Hello,” I say, answering my phone as I flop down on my bed.

“Hi Giselle,” my mum says.

“Hey Ma, how’s things?” She and Dad are enjoying their retirement in Boston. We try and talk to each other every month.

“Fantastic,” she says enthusiastically. “Your dad and I have joined a country club and met a heap of people. It’s a lot of fun. How are you?”

“I’m good, same old.” I know she’s just being polite, but this small-talk seems unnecessary.