Page 88 of Tell Me Something

“Tell me something you’re thinking right now,” he queried softly.

“I’m thinking that I can’t wait to wake up with you tomorrow morning without having to hurry out of bed for anything. We haven’t done that, and it’s something I’m looking forward to for the next few days.”

“I didn’t know it bothered you,” he murmured.

I shrugged and turned toward him. “Well, of course you wouldn’t as I’ve never mentioned anything until now. And I wouldn’t use the word bother, but I like the idea of waking up with you tomorrow. That’s all.”

“My refreshingly logical Haylee. You don’t expect me to be a mind reader. I can’t tell you what an amazing gift that is.”

I could only laugh and mentally thank my father who once told me, ‘Honey, men are pretty black and white creatures. No matter how obvious the hint a woman gives a man, it would be easier if she simply told him what it is that she wants. Men are not good at guessing, believe me.’

“It feels good to be here. Tell me something,” I requested.

“I loved my Christmas gift, and I may even start eating cereal again.”

It hadn’t been much to get him a bowl that separated the cereal from the milk to avoid soggy cereal, but then what did you get a millionaire who had everything? “Well, your gift was beyond generous and very thoughtful. Now I’ll definitely get to go see my family before I start school. Thank you.”

“I’m pleased to see you happy and not so down.”

“I wasn’t down; I was merely coping. Yes, it was a weak thing to do, but I needed the easy way out this year. Next year, hopefully, I’ll be stronger.”

“There isn’t a part of you that isn’t strong.” His arms wrapped around me and lifted me up. “Light as a feather.”

“Are you comparing your strength to Will’s?”

“Maybe. So who feels like they can lift you easier?”

“You can.” Men were so strange in what made them jealous.

His thumb traveled along my bottom lip, and then his mouth found mine. It was a different kiss than I’d ever had from him. Sweet and tender. He placed me in the center of the four-poster bed and took his time worshipping my body from head to toe. So this was what it felt like to be made love to. It was as if his body was showing all of the emotions he couldn’t form into words.

JOSH CAME in the next morning with a breakfast tray that included scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.

Now this was a way to start a day. I sat up and crossed my legs, tucking a sheet around me.

“Feel free to lose the sheet.” He winked before going back downstairs for his own tray and then taking a seat beside me.

“This is really good as I was starving. I think I may have to keep you,” I teased.

“Well, one of us has to cook. Otherwise we’d be eating nothing but cereal.”

“You say that as if it would be a bad thing. I happen to love cereal.”

“I know. I saw your stash of Frosted Flakes in your apartment.”

“Tell me something?”

“This is the first time while on a vacation I haven’t wanted to go back to work. Instead I’m thinking about the next opportunity we can manage some time down here. Do you like the house? I was thinking of buying it.”

I’m pretty sure my smile was the goofy sort that you can’t help when someone has made you gloriously happy. “I love it. Is it for sale?”

He looked at me with the expression of a man used to getting what he wanted. “Everything is.”

With his money, I imagined most things were.

“Now tell me something, Haylee.”

“I feel comfortable asking you almost anything. You have a way of never making me feel stupid for asking. I guess it’s nice to feel this relaxed with someone.”