I hadn't even known that was an option. "Details?" Yes, I answered it like a question. Sue me. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, so how could I possibly make that kind of decision?
"Let's get inside, and we'll see how much you really want to know."
I could get on board with that plan.
Parker reached between the seats and pulled out a large duffle bag. I raised my brow at him when he looked at me again. "Presumptuous?"
My husband chuckled as he leaned in and grabbed my chin. "Confident. Besides, I plan to sleep wherever my wife is from now on."
The heat from his words fanned my cheeks and instantly made me want to close the small gap between us to see how softhis lips were. Parker didn't give me the chance though. He pulled back and smiled, repeating, "Let's get inside."
I nodded like an idiot and waited for him to come around the truck and open my door. I allowed him to help me out and enjoyed the feel of his hand in mine as we walked toward the house.
"Do you want to talk now or after you get changed?" Parker asked me as soon as the front door closed behind us. It took me a moment to catch back up about what we were supposed to be discussing.
"I need to get changed first. Running in these heels did a number on my feet."
I could feel Parker's gaze as it slowly caressed my body from my feet all the way up until he met my eyes. It was in that moment that I remembered why I wore the damn things despite hurting my feet.
Parker's heated gaze.
It was well worth the pain I put myself through.
"Go ahead and change. I'll figure out dinner for us."
"Sounds good." I kicked off my heels in the entryway and made my way down the hall to my bedroom. I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror next to my bedroom door. My mascara had smudged a little underneath my eye, but otherwise I didn't look bad. I would still clean my face though because just the thought of sitting comfortably in my own home with makeup on felt unnatural.
Heading over to the dresser, I pulled out a pair of my favorite sleep shorts and knee-high socks. I found another slouchy sweater in my closet and took everything into the attached bathroom with me.
I took my time shedding the professional look of the day and turning into the real me. Most people who saw me probably thought I spent all my time looking put together. That was thefurthest thing from the truth. I would take the evening me over the one I showed in public any day of the week. Only those who were closest to me ever got to see this side. I purposely didn't share it with anyone. It was special to me and had to be earned.
The fact that I allowed Parker to see it so soon meant a large part of me knew I could trust him. I waited until I felt stripped naked of my facade before going back out to the kitchen to find my husband.
He was standing at the island, scrolling through his phone but put it away when he heard me walk in.
I stood there waiting as his eyes roamed over my body. He started with my eyes and moved all the way down to my toes before making his way back up again. His gaze felt like a warm caress on a cold Boston day.
"I admit I like how you look when you're all dressed up, but this look has to be my favorite. There's something extremely sexy about a woman who feels confident enough in her skin to show the raw side of herself."
"I can count the number of people on one hand who I let see me like this."
"Well then, I'm honored to be one of the few." Parker moved around the island until he was standing right in front of me.
"One of two actually."
He raised his brows in question. "You and Elle are the only ones." I lifted one shoulder like it was no big deal but I could see in his eyes that he understood the significance of what I was saying.
"Then I'm even more honored."
I needed to lighten up the moment. Otherwise I was going to drown in his eyes, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. "You should be." I gave him a wicked smile as he chuckled at me. "Now how long before the food comes? I hardly ate at lunch, so I'm starving."
Ben had ruined my meal for me, and it made me dislike him all the more. I wasn't one of those picky females who barely ate. I liked food, and it loved me. Not eating my full lunch was sacrilegious.
"It should be here in twenty minutes or so. Why don't we go into the living room and talk while we wait for it. Then we can eat in there and maybe watch a movie afterward."
"Sounds good to me." I turned on my heel and swayed my ass into the living room.
Was I purposely doing it so my husband stared at my ass? Damn straight. I just wished I had eyes in the back of my head so I could see his expression.
