Page 53 of Worth Loving You

“You was a goddess and you hid yourself away.”

My brows arching, I was caught off guard by her description, my focus raking over myself again. For the first time in my life, I was looking at my reflection…and I thought it was beautiful.

“Wait, wait.” Jennifer turned me and fidgeted with the collar, making sure it was revealing my cleavage but not flashing my tits. Flicking a stray strand of hair from my brow, she winked and beamed ear to ear.

“Gorgeous.”

My insides shaking uncontrollably, I was breathing shallow, my stomach in knots. What the hell was Milo going to do when he saw me like this? He had ever only seen me in my work clothes, or jeans and tee shirts, and once in a simple, black dress.

Pressing my palms to my stomach, I tried to calm my nerves as I strolled out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I needed a drink. A nice glass of wine would settle my anxiety.

“You gonna start showin’ off that body now, sugar?”

Glass shattered in the kitchen, startling me. Pausing, my attention snatched to the left at Wyatt standing by the island.

“Shit. Sorry,” he muttered, crouching to clean up the glass he dropped.

“I don’t know. You think I should?”

“Sugar, why would you ever take a diamond and put it back into coal?”

I propped my hands on my hips and shot a stare that told her I thought she was ridiculous.

“Wyatt, sign in on this. You think this looks better than what she usually wears?”

He threw his head back and roared with a bitter laugh. “No way in hell I’m falling into that trap. My goddamn mouth is staying shut.”

“Oh, he doesn’t count, anyway. You can’t ask him. Anything over a size ten in his eyes should be taken out to pasture and shot in the back of the head, put out of their misery.”

He glared, slowly rising to his full height. “That’s fucked up,” he grumbled, tossing the shards into the trash under the sink.

“You can’t deny it. The first day you met me, you were telling me to walk away because I was shit.”

“Look, it’s not that I—”

“Oh, shush up, both of you. I swanny, the way you two bicker. Playground tactics.”

The metal door off the elevator hallway screeched open and my heart lurched, a million thoughts whirling in my head. Three more seconds, and Milo would see me. I was terrified.

Rounding the corner, he was groaning, rubbing the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Christ, that was a long flight. People were getting on my last nerve—”

His hands dropped and his eyes bulged, his jaw falling. Slapping a palm to his chest, he choked on an inhale, scrutinizing every inch of me.

“God – damn, baby girl!” he wheezed, raking his fingers through his hair.

“Is it okay?”

He was shaking his head slightly, taking my hand and holding it out. “Damn, I got good taste. You are hot as fuck, baby girl. I’m so hard.”

My stomach turned over. “Uh. Milo, this is Jennifer,” I stressed, motioning to her behind me. “Jenn, this is Milo.”

His sight flitted to her for half a second before returning to me. “Yeah, hey.”

“Hi, nice to finally meet you.”

He jutted his chin, his gaze smoldering as he continued to scope me out. “This,” he groaned, his tone husky. “This is what I saw when I met you that day. Yeah, you are so perfect, Chazzy. So perfect for me.”

Giggling breathlessly, I flashed Jennifer a glance. She was grinning brightly, turning pink at the cheeks.