Angel Falling (Falling #1)(58)
“Ugh, don’t ask. Let’s just say I’m going to lose a couple hundred thousand dollars and potentially a half a million dollar campaign while the model detoxes for the next thirty days.”
Nate jumped in. “Pen, you need me on this?”
She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, she’s definitely in breach of her contract, but we’ll talk later. I want to know about the game and what you guys have been up to.”
We all went back to enjoy the last quarter. Aspen really got into it. She voted for the Cowboys because she said her only preference was my happiness. If I didn’t love her before, I most certainly did at that moment. She was everything I never knew I wanted in a woman. She was smart, distractingly beautiful, didn’t know how to cook, probably clean either. She was not domestic, wouldn’t make a good housewife in the ways Ma would want for me. And I could give two shits. I just wanted her, the workaholic debutante who rocked a men’s suit better than I did.
She was all soft curves and luscious woman under those suits and my Angel was the perfect lady on the street and a freak in the bed. It was obvious to me and even my mother that she was it for me. There was never going to be another woman who could stand up to her. I was ready to tell her how I felt, but wanted to do it on my turf.
As the Cowboys took the game into the winning field goal that broke the tie, I kissed my girl. She tasted of popcorn and beer and I ate it up. Before things got too heated, I pulled her chin up and searched her gaze. “Will you come home with me next weekend? Just a long weekend?”
“Of course. Everything okay?” Her gaze held mine. Those blue eyes seemed deeper than the ocean and just as purdy. I could get lost in ‘em.
“I want to show you the ranch. Have you meet my brother, his wife Jess, and the boys.”
“I’d love to.” She smiled shyly.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll book some tickets.”
“No need.” She tapped Oliver on the shoulder. He was busy in a liplock with Dean. It was strange seeing two men kiss and carry on, but it really was no different than me groping and lovin’ on my girl. “Ollie, can you reserve my jet for this coming weekend. Hank and I are going to accompany his mother home and stay for a weekend. Plan for us to come back on Monday or Tuesday depending on my schedule.” Oliver puffed out his bottom lip. “What, honey?” she asked.
“I wanna go, too.” He continued to pout and then she turned her face to me, matching pout in place. Her glistening pink lip puffed out ready for me to bite it, so I did. She deepened the kiss. Oh boy, I was in trouble with these two. One had my girl by the hair; my girl had me by the nuts. Not a good combination.
“Oliver, Dean, would you like to come to Texas? There’s plenty of room at the ranch,” I asked them. Oliver smiled like it was his birthday and he’d just been given the one present he’d always wanted.
“Could you get the time, baby?” Oliver asked Dean, practically jumping up and down.
“Well, technically I do have a million hours of vacation time since your boss is a slave driver and never lets you have time off,” he said dryly, his eyes squinted at Aspen. We both knew by now that he was playing. Aspen rolled her eyes but pretended to look hurt.
“Oh, this is going to be so fun! Pen, I have to get us cowboy boots and sexy hot jeans … oooh oooh and that new Ralph Lauren line has those fitted plaid shirts.” The man squealed like a little girl.
“You’ve made him so happy, Stud,” Aspen whispered in my ear. “You know that means I’m going to be extra nice to you tonight,” she promised with a flick of her tongue at the tender cartilage of my ear.
“Alright, alright you crazy kids. Gusto and I have made a feast!” Ma called from the doorway. The entire group shuffled out.
The display of food was staggering. There was homemade chili beans, corn on the cob, Ma’s famous fried chicken, ribs, roasted veggies, and a ton of other fixins. We chowed down, barely a peep between us until the first round of drinks and food were taken care of. Then the smack talkin’ started flying again about Cowboys kicking the Jets asses. Really the game was so close it could have ended in a tie, but that didn’t stop me from shoving our win in their Jets’ pansy-ass faces.
Aspen followed along, her bare feet with perfect pink toes in my lap. I rubbed her feet as we drank and enjoyed our time with friends. This time next week I’d be home telling my Angel exactly how I felt about her, as well as my plans for moving to the city. My only hope was that I wasn’t wrong and she felt the same way.
Chapter 14
The week flew by. Dealing with a high-profile, detoxing model, along with the Bright Magazine building addition, had its challenges. I was ready for a long weekend in the country. At least I thought I was. Oliver had laid out a ton of clothes he’d secured for the trip. I’d never seen so much plaid, paisley or denim in my life. This was definitely going to be an interesting weekend at least style-wise. I fingered the opalescent button on one of the shirts.
“Ollie, are you sure about this stuff? This is not our normal wear,” I called out to him. He was pulling stuff out of my closet at an alarming rate.
“Of course I’m sure, Princess. How are you going to look like a cowgirl without it?”
“I’m not trying to look like a cowgirl. Hank likes me the way I am.” At least I was pretty sure he did.