“Bye El,” I whisper.
“Goodbye.” I watch as he hangs up and stuffs his phone into his expensive suit pocket. He continues to shop and, for a long time, I stand and watch him.
Elliot Miles, walking through a lingerie section, shopping . . . for me.
I smile—or maybe it’s for him.
Either way, it’s fucking perfect.
Just on seven I watch the headlights of the black Bentley come around the corner. He’s here.
I grab my bag and bounce down the stairs. Rebecca and Daniel aren’t home; it seems like I’ve hardly seen them in the last few weeks. I’ve spent nearly every night with Elliot since we started seeing each other and I know I really should be playing hard to get or something, but what’s the point? I want to see him and I’m sick of games.
And he seems pretty set on seeing me too.
I make my way out of the front door and Elliot climbs out of the back of the car, looks up and sees me, and breaks into a breathtaking smile.
Oh . . . that smile.
I feel myself swoon as I cross the road toward him. “Hello,” he says as he leans down and kisses me softly.
“Hi.” I beam.
He stares down at me with a goofy smile and I smile right back up at him; it’s like a long-lost hello after not seeing each other for forever, but the truth is we saw each other only ten hours ago.
Okay . . . we’re a little pathetic . . . not that I’m complaining.
He stands back so I can get into the car and I dive in. “Hello Andrew.” I smile as I scooch across the seat.
“Hello Kate.” He gives me a kind smile in the rearview mirror.
Elliot slides in after me and takes my hand in his on his lap, and I lean over and kiss his cheek as the car pulls out into the traffic.
Okay . . . I need to chill. Seeing him buying that lingerie today has set off some kind of hopeless love bug and I’m completely forgetting how to be hard to get.
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Good, now. How was yours?”
He gives me a smile. “I bought you a present today.”
“You did?” I act surprised. “What is it?”
“I’ll show you when we get home.”
Home.
My stomach flutters. “Is it what I think it is?” I tease.
“What’s that?”
“You know.” I widen my eyes, as Andrew can hear.
He frowns in a question.
I put my mouth to his ear. “The big dildo.”
“Andrew, pull the car over, please. Kathryn’s getting out, she can walk home from here,” he says as he pretends to be angry.
“Don’t, Andrew.” I giggle.
Andrew’s amused eyes flick up to me in the mirror and he keeps driving.
Did he hear what I said?
Half an hour later, we pull into the enchanted driveway. It’s pitch-black as we motor up the windy road. “Did I tell you I love your house?” I ask.
He gives me a sexy wink as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Once or twice.”
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us.
The car pulling up in front of the house interrupts our moment, and Andrew climbs out and opens my door. “Have a good night, Kathryn,” he says.