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Right when Iwas thinking I made a good choice in men for once, he pulls a stunt like this. I feel violated and embarrassed. Men I’ve never met before now know that I have a butt plug with a purple gem on the end. I’m humiliated, and if he thinks I’m attending any company gatherings, he’s wrong.

I follow Eaton back downstairs and outside. It’s dark now, but motion lights kick on the second we step out onto the gravel driveway. Across from us sits a huge garage that’s almost as big as the house.

“This isn’t where I want to take you, but I thought maybe seeing this might help my situation.”

“I doubt it,” I say, happy that I saw some furnished guest bedrooms upstairs because I’ll need one tonight. Unless my bed is still at my place. I’ll gladly sleep in an empty apartment if it’ll put some space between me and this overbearing man.

He has one of those fancy locks that you open with a code and he says the numbers out loud as he punches them in, for my benefit, I’m sure. Walking through the side door, I wonder what the hell he thinks could turn my attitude around that’s in a garage. Then he flips on the lights, and I understand.

Stacked against the far side are all my boxes of jizz and dildos. On the adjacent wall is a gas cooktop and a commercial vertical autoclave that puts the one in the rental space to shame. Tears prick my eyes, and all my anger dissipates into nothing. Sectioning the space off are two ten-foot stainless steel tables with a pot rack mounted on one end that already has a large pot, spoon, and funnel hanging from hooks.

“There’s a sink going in over there, but the plumber can’t get here until tomorrow.” Eaton’s hands are tucked into his pockets and he looks properly chastised and nervous as hell at the same time.

Goddamn it. I don’t like to see him upset. “This is really thoughtful.”

“You like it?”

“How could I not?” I walk over and inspect the autoclave. This must’ve cost him thousands of dollars. Why would he do this for a virtual stranger? Is this what love bombing is? Am I walking into a toxic situation? “This is too much, too soon.”

“Why? It benefits me as much as you.”

“How?”

“If I’m not working, I want to be with you. So that means if you’re at that kitchen until all hours of the morning, I’ll be there too. And I’d gladly do it if it meant spending time with you. But if you’re here, I can tinker in my woodworking space while you make jizz.”

I smile at how that statement would scandalize most people but is normal speak for me. “I was working up to this. After I talked Daniel into investing the rest of the money, I maybe could’ve bought a portable cooktop. And while I couldn’t have afforded anything this fancy, I could’ve bought a stovetop version.”

“That’s the other thing. I don’t want Daniel investing. If you need an investor, I’ll do it.”

“No.” The one word is spoken with as much finality as I could put in it.

“I don’t want your ex having access to you, especially after meeting the prick.”

“And I don’t want to mix business with my love life. It’s why I never asked Daniel for money until we’d broken up.”

“Jenny, the guy is a manipulative asshole who’ll hang his investment over your head to get whatever he wants.”

“He can’t get anything from me anymore; we’re not together. That’s the whole point.” I’ve let Eaton walk all over me for two days now, but he won’t get his way with this.

“What if I found you another investor?”

“No. This is my business, and I’ll make all of the decisions.”

“Okay.” He concedes, but I swear I hear, “For now,” muttered under his breath.

I sigh, all the excitement of the day finally catching up to me. I’m exhausted and could really use a glass of wine to calm my nerves.

“Ready to see where you can hide from me?”

“Is it hiding if you know where it is?”

“Hush now. Follow me.”

We walk back outside, and this time, we go past the side door to the house and walk around to the backyard. Crunchy gravel gives way to cushiony green grass, and I remove my sandals to feel the cool, soft earth beneath my feet. The bay comes into view, and though it’s too dark to see much more than the reflection of lights from the surrounding houses, just knowing it’s there is relaxing.

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