“Well?” she asks, her nerves kicking in again as so far, I have only uttered my one word,wow.
I smile at her. My best,I couldn’t be happiersmile, and move past the two chairs that are freestanding at the front of my desk, but rather than matching my chair, they’re a contrast, with a rich brown leather seat and back and then I look at the things she has assembled on shelves and in cabinets.
There are books, some I owned previously and a couple of titles she’s added,Ulyssesby James Joyce and the classic that inspired it,The Odysseyby Homer and then the one that made me realise just how wrong my first impression of her had been,Dante’s Inferno. She has added some very rare and unique comics too.
I am grinning as I continue to move around and unbelievably my grin broadens as I spot a corner display cabinet that contains a selection of figures…all comic related; Spiderman, Batman, The Hulk, Aquaman, Harley Quinn and then some rare treasures such as Cat Woman’s rival She-Cat and of course, General William Rigby, Big Hands.
“Where the bloody hell did you find Big Hands?” I ask, wondering just how rare this is.
“I found someone who makes them—”
That’s how rare it is, it’s a one off, unique, hand-made for me.
“Big Hands is a gift, from me to you,” she adds with a smile, a smile I more than reciprocate.
By the time I reach her she is moving towards the window and then with a remote-control unit in her hand she hits a button and suddenly a thin net of fabric is closing over my windows.
“Just in case it’s too bright or you don’t want to see the men who clean the windows. I know you love the window, so I didn’t cover it with anything heavy.”
“Thank you.” I pull her close and find myself lifting her so that she is wrapped around me and immediately make the short trip to my desk where I lower her onto the glass blotter I hadn’t noticed previously, nor had I seen the safe that is built into my desk.
“You like?”
“I love, although I might need some of those remote-control curtains to block out the world,” I admit, gesturing to the large spread of clear glass that was my earlier concern.
“You think?” She smirks, a smirk that says she knows a secret and then with her finger hovering over a button on the remote control she explains. “There’s a button on the desk too, but if you do this. She presses the button and before my eyes the clear glass turns opaque, shutting the world out to give me the privacy I often need, like now.
“Oh, baby, you are beyond talented.”
“As a designer?” she asks with an incredibly sexy wrinkle of her nose.
“That too,” I reply but am already shedding my suit jacket, tie and shirt.
“Oh,” she says, and makes that perfect ‘O’ that sends my dirty mind into overdrive.
My glance lifts and I notice some prints, pictures dotted around on the walls and then I spot it, the thing that says my beautiful, bright and talented girl is perfect, perfect for me, the one person I will need forever.
There’s a drawing, framed and it is us, not an image of us, more like a collage. It’s a mixture of pencil sketched images, logos and words that tell the story of us, it’s all there; Dazzler, Dante, Big Hands, dancing, the wine I keep, my car, our initials, a red lace dress, the flowers from Sarah’s wedding, my tattoo, her back pack and trainers and two hearts entwined, but not girly red love hearts, two actual hearts, they even appear to be beating from the paper and I see at the bottom she has signed it.
“Fucking perfect,” I state when I see that she has included a couple of images from herMason is an arsemood board and then my lips find hers and I think of all the ways I am going to christen my office with her.
Chapter 50
Olivia
Watching a freshly showered Mase making some dinner in the kitchen makes me happy. I am in no doubt just how much he likes my design job on his office, I’ve been shagged around most of it.
I am fixated by his naked back that is in front of me as he chops some vegetables for the salad. The way the muscles flex and his skin tightens as he moves in the simplest of ways fascinates me, so much so that I miss him looking at me over his shoulder.
“You wanna help?” His smile says he has caught my open-mouthed stare.
“Honestly, I am happy to watch,” I admit with a laugh he joins in with.
“Well, as you have made me so happy with my office, I suppose I can go with that.” He places the salad down on the breakfast bar in front of me before turning his attention back to the oven that contains some lamb cutlets and potatoes.
He really is too perfect, and I am already beginning to doubt just how long I can hang onto all of this, hang onto him.
“Hey, baby, can you grab the wine while I serve?”
