Page 153 of Hot Mess
Especially if it was torturing her anywhere near as bad as it was torturing me.
If it were up to me, we’d be fucking on the floor right now.
Now there was a thought…
I groaned.
“Calm the fuck down,” I told my dick as I wandered into the kitchen. “One more day and she’ll be ours.”
And now I was having a one-way conversation with my dick, out loud.
This girl was literally driving me nuts.
I opened the fridge and slugged back some pineapple juice, like half a jug of it, just trying to cool off. Then I walked through the apartment and checked out her work. All her little touches… I could feel her everywhere. The cushions on the couch, which I’d never buy for myself. The soft, shaggy rug she’d put under the new coffee table.
She was right about everything.
It looked fantastic.
And itfeltbetter. Way better. It was the same apartment, but it was like a whole new home.
Myhome.
Danica had left little pink sticky notes everywhere, with her pretty handwriting on them. Almost every cupboard or drawer had one on it.Your dish towels are in here now… Stuff like that.
When I walked into the bedroom, I found a sticky note by the bed. She’d turned down the sheets for me, like in some hotel, and there were three pillows lined up at the head of the bed in matching gray pillowcases.
The note said:3… just in case.
I smiled to myself.
Then I went to take a shower. Seriously considered jacking off… but I didn’t. I wanted to talk to Danica again before I went to sleep. And I knew where that would lead.
After I showered, I stretched out on my new bed, naked. I really wasn’t anywhere near ready to sleep. I’d probably listen to some tunes, maybe play some guitar later. But I got comfy and I texted Danica.
Me:Nice touch with the pillows
Within a minute, my phone buzzed with her response.
Danica:I try to exceed client expectations.
Me:Seriously youve done a great job
Danica:It’s not done yet.
Me:You really gonna let me take you out when its done?
Danica:Yes.
My dick twitched, happy as fuck about that.
I slid my hand down over it and gave myself a slow stroke.
Me:What r u wearing?
Danica:On our date?
Me:Right now
