Chapter 16
Chris
Iknew Melinda.
She was freaking out on the inside right now, and truth be told, so was I. I was her boss, and there were only a few days to launch. Things were set. There wasn't a lot to do now but to wait and add final touches.
And it seemed Melinda and I just put our final touches on each other.
We walked—in silence—to her chalet since it was so close. I suddenly remembered Ben telling me something about her moving soon because she wanted to open the cottage up for guests. It didn't sit right with me. This was her home.
Iwantedit to be her home.
That was ridiculous, considering the only time we seemed to get along was when our tongues were in each other’s mouths.Oh, but what a mouth she had.Everything about her drove me to the brink. Her bright blue eyes, those lips, her body, and the way she whimpered while she straddled my lap in the jacuzzi? I nearly lost it.
My cock was still rock solid, begging me for release.
“Um,” she said when she tried to fish out her keys, and the dog started to bark, excited to see her. “I—”
“It’s okay. It’s OK, just because we got a bit, uhm, carried away in the hot tub doesn’t mean we have to… Let’s just have a drink.”
She let out a relieved breath, and I wondered if she felt pressured with me being here? I didn't want her to.
Melinda opened the door and flipped on the light, a little white ball of fluff came barreling out of nowhere, right my legs, and out the door to use the restroom.
“It’s why I call him Rocket.”
“I can see the reasoning behind that. He was a blur. I didn’t even see him coming.”
“Rocket! Let’s go, boy!” she called, and a little burst of something white blurred by me again.
The chalet looked the same as the last time I saw it. She hadn’t done any decorating; still, it was a beautiful cabin, and she had taken care of it.
She gestured for me to have a seat on the couch and then proceeded to grab a bottle of red and two glasses, handing me one of them and then pouring me some wine.
“You didn't eat, right? Want some cheese? I know I do,” she smiled.
“Sure, that’d be great.” I had forgotten how hungry I was.
“I think I even have some baguette left. Yup, here.” She was jostling about in the kitchen and within minutes brought over a plate with three different kinds of cheese, slices of baguette, some grapes, and apricot jam.
“Wow. Look at you. The perfect hostess. Even when it’s getting close to midnight.”
“I was raised to entertain people, you know.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.”
“My dad…he wasn’t very involved. He let the maid and butler do most things. So, when I got older…” her voice faded.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you know it's cool. I mean, it wasn't back then, but I'm starting to come to terms with it. I had to learn to take care of myself. Maybe it was a good thing.”
“I don't think having absent parents is ever a good thing, but you can learn good things from it. I mean, my dad taught me to never, ever, get so drunk you fall asleep with the candles on accidentally burn your ass. How the hell he did that I don’t know. He could have set the entire house on fire, but somehow the candle must have fallen into his lap. He woke up. Fast. And burning.” I laughed. “It shouldn’t be funny, but it is.” Charlie and I had found our father screaming in pain and throwing beer on his burning crotch. It had been comedic, to say the least.
Melinda laughed as I provided further details about my father's burning ass, and from there, the conversation moved on to lighter topics. Funny events. It was relaxed. And soon, her eyelids started to droop.
“I think it's time for me to leave,” I said.
