Page 60 of Five Days to Be Mine

But is it a romance if we don't spend loads of time getting to know each other?

Or is it better this way, a taste of what having Evan in my life would be like?

He’s caring and kind and a great partner when it comes to kink and sex, but he hasn’t told me about his ex-wife and what if there is something there that I can't handle?

Glancing around the apartment, with its high-end fixtures and huge gallery windows, it’s spotless. There’s a basket of bath bombs and body oils and loofahs on the counter and a note that says to help myself to whatever I find in the apartment.

It makes me grin silly, and I kick off my shoes, finally, and groan as my soles hit the floor.

In the fridge, I find ingredients for a stir fry. I take out a pan, set it on the stove and I start to work. I’m humming as I'm adding the veggies to the pan.

Making Evan breakfast this morning was nice.

A little bit of domestic life that I haven't ever had.

Also, this is totally my choice to be alone right now.

Evan gave me the option of spending the night at Sinful Bites.

But as I continue to make dinner, I realize that this is pleasant. I have no worries at the moment and I’m eager to see Evan but I like that I’m here, cooking in this fancy kitchen.

I needed time to decompress from the day and sort out my tangled emotions.

I don’t know where I thought I’d be at thirty-two, but this isn’t it. Okay, maybe I thought I would own a house and have a husband. Maybe I thought I would have my business established. So being in this apartment, in the Hugo Hotel, waiting on the smoking hot restaurant owner to get home, is definitely not where I thought I’d be but it’s not bad.

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I’m lounging on the super over stuffed couch, watching an animal documentary, when I hear the click of the door open.

My pulse races and I grin. Reaching for the remote, I flick off the TV.

I stand, watching as he takes off his shoes. He grins at me.

“Hi princess.”

“Hey.” I try to be casual, but I want to run to him like a puppy.

His suit jacket is over his arm. He puts it on a chair by the kitchen island and then he sets a box on the counter with a bottle of wine.

“You weren’t waiting for me?” He grins like he’s pleased by the idea of me waiting for him.

“Yes, I was…it didn't feel right going to bed without you.”

Evan reaches for my arm, tugs me against him and kisses me, long and lingering.

I melt under the touch of his lips, my insides jumping around in excitement.

“I like that you were waiting for me, princess.”

“Good.”

“Now I get to reward you.” The grin he gives me is so electrifying, the hairs on my arms stand up.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, sit down on the couch.” He holds up a bottle, passes it to me.

It’s a bottle of sandalwood massage oil.

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