Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(75)
“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 f**kin’ 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 pu**y 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.”
Oh God.
“Knight –”
His arms gave me a squeeze. “Let me give this to you.”
I fell silent, not that I was saying much of anything.
His face got closer. “Let… me… give this to you.”
I held his vivid blue eyes.
Then I whispered, “Okay.”
It was then his vivid blue eyes held mine.
Then he whispered back, “Okay.”
I closed my eyes tight then opened them and asked softly, “You love me?”
“Baby, you were made for me.”
Oh God.
My face started scrunching up again and his hand wrapped around the back of my head and shoved it in his neck.
I held on but muttered a broken, “Thank you.”
“Fuck, you’re the hardest bitch I’ve ever met to give shit to,” he grumbled.
My emotions careening all over the place, I pulled back and narrowed my eyes on him.
“Oh, so, you were also generous with your smorgasbord of pu**y?”
He grinned. “Baby, don’t ask me that but I will say I never gave any of them a spa.”
“Good,” I snapped.
“Or a phone that cost a G,” he went on.
“Excellent,” I snapped again.
“Maybe a dress or shoes but not both and definitely not three,” he muttered then finished musingly, “Or even two.”
“It might be a good idea to shut up now, Knight,” I suggested.
He grinned again.
Then he noted, “Now who’s bossy?”
“I’m allowed to be bossy. I’m about to be the owner of Denver’s most kickass spa.”
Knight’s arms got tight around me and he burst out laughing.
I watched.
I did it smiling.
And I did it in love with Mr. Sebring.
Chapter Thirteen
My World
On Knight’s black, marble counter my phone rang while I was at the stove, boiling water for spaghetti and browning hamburger for sauce. I left the meat, grabbed the phone and saw on the display the call was from Viv. I took it while wandering back to the stove and put it to my ear.
“Hey, honey,” I greeted.
“I was a bad girl.”
I blinked at the hamburger.
Then I burst out laughing.
Through my giggles, I asked, “Were you now?”
“Very,” she said through her own giggles. “Have I told you today I love Knight Sebring?”
I pushed the meat around, smiling at it and said, “Not today. Yesterday you did. Not today.”
“Well I do.”
“I take it things with Rhashan are going good?” I asked softly.
It had been just over a month since my party. I was no longer a file clerk. All my nail clients, and I lost only one, were able to move to days. But losing the one was okay because two of my clients took on six-weekly facials, Kathleen added a monthly facial, so did Sandrine and Viv and Kathleen got her girlfriend Louise to bring her acrylics business to me. So I was actually ahead.
I spent part of my days talking to Mahleena, the bossy bitch who liked to spend money who actually didn’t seem bossy to me but she definitely liked to spend money. We were now implementing the plans to deal with my gonna-be kickass spa. I was also taking an online course in small business management that Knight suggested.
So even without the day job, I was still busy.
But my nights were at Knight’s. In fact, the last two weeks since my last day at work, my apartment felt like my workplace since I’d go there to work and come home to Knight. We had dinner together then he left for work. I rambled around for a few hours, reading, watching television, talking on the phone, doing my coursework at his computer in his study and I went to bed in satin sheets. I woke up in them too. And without having to be at work at eight, I woke up later and got to sleep longer with Knight.
It was the bomb.
Life was good.
And now it seemed it was good for Vivica too.
“Hun… nee,” she whispered as an answer to my question and said no more.
Surprising both Viv and me, Rhashan had started things out with only dating and this had lasted three weeks. He was feeling Vivica out. She was my age, he was thirty-six. A nine year gap which concerned him, because as he told Viv, when he first saw her, he saw her clubbing. He was in settling in mode and looking for The One. And he wasn’t f**king around, not even literally. It wasn’t about getting off. It was about finding a partner for more than spanking.