When she closes the door behind her, Rupert frowns at Flynn. “Boy, I told you toquicklyask what she’s wearing. Now you have my wife involved, and a forty-five-minute errand isgoing to turn into hours of finding the ‘perfect’ everything.” With a heavy sigh, he turns and exits the bedroom.
I step between Flynn’s spread legs. “It’sreallyno big deal.”
He rests his hands on my hips, gazing at me. “How the hell did you play like that?”
“I told you the cello is my favorite.” I shrug.
“Your favorite? June, my favorite sport is basketball, but I’m not Michael Jordan.”
“Well,” I dip my head and kiss him, playfully nipping at his lower lip, “that feels like ayouproblem. Maybe you don’t love basketball as much as I love the cello. And I think I’ll wear a cute skirt and blouse with sandals to the orchestra. You can wear those dark jeans you wore to dinner the first night with my parents and the button-down too.”
“I can hear you,” Callie yells. “No jeans. No cute skirts.”
Flynn raises his eyebrows like we’re in trouble. I bite my lips together and snort.
“Let’s just skip the orchestra and get naked,” I whisper.
His calloused hands slide along my neck and into my hair, turning my head so he can whisper in my ear. “I’m taking my cello girl to the orchestra because the look on your face when you play is the same look you get when you orgasm. I think the orchestra is your porn.”
“Stop,” I giggle, stepping back.
“I’m right.” He smirks. “You’re blushing.”
Truth? I want to see Flynn in my world, even if it scares me. What if he doesn’t love the orchestra? Will it feel like he can never truly love me?
“Shit!” I look at my watch. “I forgot I have a one o’clock tour. Gotta go.” I kiss his cheek and run down the stairs.
“Where are you—” Rupert starts to speak as I pass him at the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m late for work!”
On the way to the bike shop, Flynn texts me:
Flynn: U should get a car
June: haha! U should not be so distracting. Mr. R heard us in the bathroom!!!!
Flynn: Exactly. I was on the clock and u were distracting me. If I get fired I hope u can live with that on your conscience
I stare out the window for a second and grin.
June: After the orchestra we need to talk
Flynn: Are u breaking up with me?
June: I hope not
Flynn: K. Thx for having sex with me
I giggle as my driver eyes me in the rearview mirror.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Flynn
“Suspenders?”I snap the black straps, staring in the mirror.
“They’re classy,” Rupert says, reclined on a cream leather sofa, drinking scotch beside Callie.
