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“Well…there’s a thing called multitasking. Are you worried I’ll up and leave?”
“I know you’ll go back to your old life.”
“That doesn’t preclude you and me.” What the actual fuck am I saying? The words come of their own free will. “I’m thirty-four. There’s gran and making sure she’s taken care of, and maybe one day I’ll go back to my old career or maybe not. There are things I can do. It’s a big world.”
“And it’s not all about money.”
She’s so wrong. “My life’s boring. Or was.”
“How so?”
“I got a job in a shop and got the hots for the quirky, pretty lady who owns it.”
I slide my hand down along her hip, shifting her so my cock is right there, pushing at her entrance and she bites her lip. But I don’t enter her.
I’m not sure who I’m torturing.
“Magnus…” She gasps, rocking up against me, but I hold her in place, a tease.
And I kiss the end of her nose, then her soft, plump lips and raise my head, staring into her eyes. “Things, Zoey, sometimes can just be.”
And then I push into her, and I’m lost in her all over again.
That day, after we finally get out of bed and I coax her into the shower with me, which leads to some very hot fun. We get dressed and Zoey tries to teach me to cook, something which I thought would bore the pants off me, but with her there, guiding me, I liked it.
We eat pasta together, and everything feels so damn natural. Hand in glove is the expression. Everything fits.
She tells me how her dad left when she was young, her mom died of cancer at a too-young age, and her grandparents were there through it all. She wasn’t a child when her mom died, she was in college, but the sadness is something that I didn’t expect to affect me. The quiet dignity, and her acceptance. The way she shows it, but doesn’t twist it into a crutch. It just all is.
Soft blues play in her little cozy living room. The furniture is lived in, old and unfashionable by any decorator’s standard, but the plaid armchair and floral sofa and eclectic art on the walls suit her, and it creates that feeling of home. I can see the place was filled with love over the years.
And I’m almost disgusted with myself.
Zoey looks at me over the top of her hot chocolate. “You seem different.”
“I do?” I keep my face and voice light and neutral.
She nods. “There have been little peeks here and there of other layers of you, but…last night was like I saw you.”
“I needed a job, Zoey,” I say, knowing I slipped up. I try and regret it, but I can’t. “I was on my best behavior.”
Leaning forward on the sofa, she smiles and takes a sip of the hot chocolate. “I think I like you more. As long as this is you.”
A strange pang hits me, but I nod. “It is.”
It’s not until dark shadows start to stretch that it occurs I’ve been there all day, just hanging out with her. And I like it.
I don’t know what the fuck that even means.
A message lights up my phone as I’m getting ready to leave. I have a fake gran to take care of, and actual business to do. With the time moving closer to having to prove I have heart, I have things to do. And I need to work on this.
The longer the Zoey thing goes, on, the longer she holds out, I mean, the more money I lose.
“I have to go.”
“Your gran?”
“Yeah.” My phone lights up again. I have someone I need to meet, so it’s an easy enough lie. “I’ll see you at work, Zoey.”
