But Leighton told me I had to stay in the sitting area while she got ready to make it more like a real date, as though I was coming to pick her up. I really want to ditch the gala and have as much bedroom time as we can squeeze in, but I know that’s not happening.
“Ready?” she calls from the other side of the double doors that lead to the bedroom.
I stand from the couch and turn off the sports highlights on the TV. Walking over, I knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” she says in a way that sounds far away. Almost as if she’s cupping her hands around her mouth. “Who is it?”
I chuckle. “Me.”
“Me who?”
“Your date.”
“How do I know it’s really you?”
“Leighton, it’s Hayes, and I really want to see my smokin’ hot girlfriend all dressed up, so can you please open the door?”
“Tell me something about yourself before I open it, so I know it’s really you.”
“My cock is eight inches long, and it’s rock-hard wanting to get into that pussy that owns him.”
She laughs, and the doorknobs twist. Both doors open, revealing the most stunning, sexy, beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Damn, Leighton.” My hand comes to my face and my thumb brushes along my bottom lip as I soak her in. “You are… I have no words.”
She twirls around, but her dress doesn’t move since it’s molded to her delicious curves. It’s the color of the champagne I’m sure I’ll be sipping on tonight and goes all the way down to the floor.
“Speechless is good,” she says.
I step forward, and my hands go to her hips. “Tell me you’re dressed up just for me so I can unzip you, and we can fuck like bunnies for the rest of the night.”
She takes my hands and removes them from her hips. “Nope. But maybe I’ll meet you in the coat room later.”
“I’ll be following you around like a lost puppy all night.”
She walks to the bed and picks up her clutch, tucking it under her arm. “The sooner we go, the sooner we’re back making good use of this hotel room.”
“You’re so much smarter than me.” I hold out my arm for her to walk ahead of me. It is selfish really, because I get to admire her ass and the deep valley in the back of her dress. “I hope I don’t get into a fight tonight.”
She laughs. For the entire walk to the elevator and down to the lobby, I can’t take my eyes off of her. But as soon as the elevator doors open, I secure her hand in mine to make sure that every asshole in a fifty-foot radius knows who she belongs to.
The doorman ushers us to the waiting car I ordered, and I tip him before joining Leighton in the back seat.
I don’t want to ruin the vibe we have going, but there are some conversations we can only have without the kids around.
“Did you call that doctor’s office that was on Skylar’s phone?” I ask, since the minute the car leaves the hotel, we’re sitting in downtown Chicago traffic.
“Oh yeah, I meant to tell you. She’s a therapist. But she wouldn’t give me any information except to say that she was following up on an appointment they had scheduled. She wouldn’t even tell me if it was for Sky or Patrick or both of them. But when I googled her, it seems she mostly does couples counseling, so my guess it was both of them.”
“They had issues?” I’m surprised, because Leighton’s never alluded to that.
She shakes her head. “Sky never said anything to me. I thought she told me everything, but I guess not.” Leighton frowns, and I squeeze her hand. “Before the home visit, I was putting my shoes away, and I found an overnight bag shoved way back in the closet with a new bottle of perfume and red lingerie inside. And the kids mentioned that Patrick used to sleep in there sometimes.”
“I think it’s healthy for couples to go to therapy. I don’t think it has to mean there was any real trouble in their marriage.” I brush my knuckle down her cheek.
“I just hate that she thought she couldn’t talk to me. I honestly thought they had the best marriage. Couple goals and all that.”
“Maybe their getaway was about them trying to reconnect.”
