If I could find the love that my grandparents had, I’d be more than willing to prioritize my love life. After seeing my parents’ failed relationship, I can’t stop thinking that I’ll end up being just like my dad. Our mom cheated on him for years, and he allowed it to happen. I think that’s why, when Maggie cheated on me with my best friend a few years ago, it wiped love out of my vocabulary. I don’t want to go through that again.
All I ever want is to scratch the sex-itch and move on. I’m honest and upfront about my intentions with them. Still, I use my masculinity and cock to persuade them to sleep with me. It’s not typical for a woman to pass up all of this.
Gram interrupted my inner monologue. “We were, and in time, love will find you too. You have to be open to it, though.”
Kendall crosses my mind, and our dinner on Sunday comes to mind. The smile on my face right now is not from what Gram said, but from the woman with the fiery red hair.
ELEVEN
Kendall
After our champagne and toast, the girls and I unpacked almost all the supplies and organized them. They left a few minutes ago, and I only have one more box left.
My mind wanders to Dane again because I can’t seem to help myself. I wonder where he will take me for dinner. Interrupted by the doorbell, the camera reveals that it’s the furniture delivery. I practically jump for joy, running to the door. The delivery guy brings in all the boxes and furniture. The excitement is radiating from me as I clap my hands and rub the plush, dark grey fabric of the new couch that will be placed in the lounge, where customers can gather after receiving their services.
Once he leaves, I close the door, take a seat on the couch, wiggle my bottom, lean back, and say, “This is comfortable.” Trying another position, I flip off my shoes and lie down on it. Oh yes, this thing is comfortable.
Popping up off the couch, I need to call Jane and see if her grandson can come sometime tomorrow, or at least within the next couple of days.
After searching for my phone and finding it on the shelf near the supplies, I call her.
“Hello.”
“Hi Jane, it’s Kendall. How are you?”
“I’m doing well, my dear, just having dinner with my grandson. Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yes, it is. But that’s perfect, Jane. My furniture was delivered a few minutes ago, and I was hoping your grandson had some time tomorrow to help move things.”
“Absolutely, what time works best for you?”
“First thing in the morning, probably seven? I’ll already be here, just send him along. I really appreciate this, thank you, Jane.”
“Have a good night, and I’ll see you soon.”
“You too.”
Just as I hang up the phone, the doorbell rings. A quick peek at the camera—it’s Blake.
“Hey, you don’t have your key?”
Blake shakes his head. “I do, but I didn’t want to just barge in.”
“Well, I can appreciate that. Thank you.”
He looks freshly showered, and does he have hair gel in his hair? I gave him a thank-you basket last week with his final payment, which included a special hair gel as a gift. Not the stuff that makes your hair all stiff, but it gives his hair a softer look. I like it.
“You’ve been such a great customer. Let me take you to dinner. No arguments this time. Right now.”
“That’s kind of last-minute.”
“Well, you’ve been working so hard and never taking a break for yourself. So, for tonight, you can have dinner with me.”
He is not wrong. I’ve been working a lot and not taking time for myself. Isn’t that ironic? Since I’m opening up a spa for self-care and self-love, I should practice what I preach. I’ve said noto him a few times, so I feel obligated to say yes. I was about to finish up and head home for the night.
“You look ready, and I look like I just mopped up off the floor.”
“You always look beautiful.”
