Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(69)
“It’s only been a week, Mila.” Sally didn’t sound impressed. “I would hope he’d still be a gentleman in the first week.”
“He’s a perfect lover.” I sighed as I thought about the previous night’s lovemaking. “So giving.”
“I should hope so,” Sally said and I knew that she was slightly jealous because I kinda had TJ and she had nothing with Cody.
“He wants me to move in with him,” I said and bit my lower lip. “Hold on, I think Cody is coming,” I said as I saw my brother approaching my office. “What can I do for you?”
“TJ’s here,” he said with a small frown. “Are you going to bring him to dinner tomorrow night? I think our parents and Nonno deserve to know that you guys are engaged now?”
“I guess I’ll ask him.” I sighed, not really wanting to have to lie to my parents and Nonno.
“Is Sally coming?” Cody asked almost indifferently. “I haven’t heard from her in a while.”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, my eyes narrowed. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” He looked away. “I was just wondering.”
“Okay,” I said and whispered into my phone as he walked out of the room. “TJ’s here, I’ll call you back in ten minutes, Sally,” I said and hung up quickly. I jumped up and hurried out of the office to look for TJ.
“There you are, darling,” TJ said as he walked towards me with a large bouquet of flowers.
“Hi.” I smiled shyly, still not quite believing that I was sleeping with and dating this amazing man. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “What brings you by?”
“I wanted to say hi, see your pretty face and ask you to dinner tonight.”
“Okay.” I smiled. “That sounds good.”
“It’s a work dinner.” His eyes bore into mine. “With my dad. And the board.”
“Oh, okay.” I nodded, reality hitting me. “An important dinner, then?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Real important.”
“Okay.” I nodded again. “Can you come to my family dinner tomorrow night as well? Cody thinks we need to tell everyone about our engagement.”
“I can do that.” His lips thinned and my heart dropped.
“Unless you don’t want to, of course.”
“I want to.” He smiled, leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “Of course, I want to.”
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“You didn’t have to buy me a new dress,” I said as we drove to the restaurant to meet his dad and the board of directors. “I have cocktail dresses.”
“I wanted tonight to be special,” he said, reaching over to squeeze my knee. “I want you to make a good impression.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling slightly peeved. What did that mean? Did he think that my own wardrobe wasn’t good enough? “Is there anything you want me to do or say?”
“Just pretend that you love me.” He shrugged. “Act all lovey-dovey and pretend you want more than my body.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice stiff. How could I tell him that I did love him and I did want more than his body?
“Okay, we’re here,” TJ said with a small smile as he gazed at me. “Just act natural and be yourself. Everyone will love you.”
I smiled at him as I got out of the car, not knowing how to tell him that I didn’t want everyone to love me, only him.
Chapter Twenty-One
TJ
I could tell that Mila was unsure of what was going on. Dinner had been uncomfortable for both of us and my father had acted in a lecherous way towards her that had made me want to beat him down. Though of course, I couldn’t do that. I could feel my pent-up energy and I knew that I needed a release. I needed a high that I hadn’t had in a long time and I needed it from Mila. I wasn’t sure how she’d react. I wasn’t sure if she’d go running for the hills, but I needed to see. I looked over at her and smiled as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
"I want to tell you about the sexiest moment I've ever had in my life." I sat there still as a statue as I stared at Mila, her face looking confused. She was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, having taken off her dress as soon as we’d gotten in.
"I don't want to hear about it." She licked her lips nervously as she looked away from me. She was still pissed from what had happened at dinner and I didn’t blame her.
"I want to tell you about it, though," I said as I stood up and walked towards the wall.
"What are you doing?" She frowned.
"The night I'm going to tell you about starts with the lights being turned off," I said as I flicked the lights off.
"Why are you turning the lights off?" she squeaked as I walked towards the coffee table.
"Setting the mood for my story," I said and pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lit three candles that were on the coffee table. I looked over to Mila, still sitting on my couch, and she shifted slightly, her gaze looking slightly scared as she gazed at me.
"There were three candles burning that night," I said as I headed back towards her. "All three of them smelled like honeysuckle." I took a deep breath and smiled as Mila did the same and smelled the sweet scent of honeysuckle in the air. "The air that night was rife with sexual tension. It was so palpable that I swear someone could have cut through it with a knife."