My fiancée fills my thoughts. The way her face looked as I brought her to orgasm; the way her body responded so naturally and easily to my touch.
With so few days left before the wedding, I should plan out a new event to introduce her to each day. She tasted so sweet when I licked her off my fingers, I can’t wait to bury my face between her thighs. Or spend some time visiting with those small, pert tits. See if I can’t wrangle an orgasm out of her just by paying attention to them alone.
Noise pours from the speakers in the lounge, sultry vocals accompanied by the tinkle of piano keys. Crimson gives one of her throaty laughs and a second later, the sound reduces to a normal volume.
“Sorry,” she says when I walk into the room. “They need to standardise volume controls because your sound system is a lot louder than I’m used to.”
“I called my mother and we’re not meeting her until lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?”
Her eyes bounce away from mine. “Oh, you know. I’ll have to scour my calendar to see if I can squeeze it in, but if it’s important to you, then I’m sure I’ll find an opening.”
The speed of her retort makes me smile. It’s been a long while since I dated anyone who’d mouth off back to me. Certainly not since I got tired of being harangued for never being at home and started paying for more satisfactory company.
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
She stares at me quizzically, then glances over to Warren. “Am I allowed outside alone, or does he come with me?” Another look at my face and she appears stricken. “Oh, you meant with you.”
“Don’t worry. It was just—”
“Yes. I’d love to get out of the house.”
Do you hear that?Get out of the house.Not go somewhere with you but get out of the house.
But I’ll take my wins where I can get them. “D’you need a coat or something? It can get chilly.”
“It must be ten degrees hotter outside than you keep it in here,” she responds lightly, rubbing the side of her forehead. “If you’re handing out jackets, this is the place for them.”
I vaguely recall promising to turn the heat up the first night. One check of the thermostat tells me I’ve since welched on that agreement; probably turned it back down to normal without even thinking. I tap it up a few degrees. I can always walk around shirtless if it comes to that.
Taking the lift downstairs, reminds me that I haven’t arranged for her to meet Sebastian to get a code issued. It further occurs to me that he’d usually have dropped by to visit after my short stint in Christchurch. I wonder if he’s heard about Crimson and is concerned for his job.
“You shouldn’t think so hard,” she says, hooking her arm through mine when we walk through the foyer. “It does terrible things to your face.”
“Like what?”
“Your wrinkles get even deeper than normal.”
“Wrinkles? I don’t have wrinkles.”
“Yeah, across your forehead.” She scrunches her face up to replicate the effect and I can’t help but smile at the endeavour. “And your mouth twists like this…” She scowls at me like I’m the last person she wants to see. “And your nostrils pinch but I’m not sure how to do that.”
“Okay. No more thinking.”
“Excellent.” She stops by the window of the bakery and stares at the treats inside. “Is this the one you own?”
“Yeah. Why? Do you fancy something? I’m sure I can wrangle you a discount.”
“So generous, Big Spender. How about you sort that phone you promised me before you splash out on hokey pokey muffins?”
Ah, yes. Mr Bright Spark and his bright ideas about gifting people phones. “Montgomery should drop that by today.” Something I should double check.
“Who’s he?”
“My head of security.”
She cocks her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “The man who can now track me anywhere on earth?”
“One and the same.”
