Page 24 of Wrong Idea

“You just saw me a couple of hours ago,” I whispered back.

For the last two weeks, we had been living in this weird little happy bubble. One I thought only existed in cutesy movie montages. I had been on cloud nine. Somehow, despite working nights, we made time to hang out. He came by as soon as I was off shift, kissing the hell out of me before forcing me to sleep.

By the second day of us being a thing, I shared I had work to do on my side business after I got some sleep. If I was honest, I’d worried he wouldn’t want to come over. He would probably havea lot better things to do. He’d think it was boring when I caught up on orders and took them to the post office.

But Car was the epitome of if he wanted to, he would.

Not only did he still come over, he helped me pack orders and carry the heavy packages for me to the post office. He loved hearing about my business. How it had started and what I wanted to do. Just yesterday, he cooked us lunch, bringing over a bunch of extra groceries, while I worked on new designs for a coloring book I was working on.

“I still missed you,” he muttered, pressing one more kiss against my lips before pulling away and taking my hand in his, leading us to my bed.

“You know, I was thinking we could stay at your place,” I suggested.

Part of me loved that he liked to hang in my little studio. But another part, the cynical suspicious side, still wondered if he was hiding something. We hadn’t been to his place. He hardly spoke about his own business with his brothers.

“I have a surprise for you today.” He said, and I let him distract me from my offer. It felt like he had some kind of surprise or goodie for me on a daily basis.

“What kind of surprise?”

“You gotta sit here”—he pointed to my bed—“and close your eyes.”

“Uh-oh,” I muttered, trying not to bust out into a fit of giggles. “What did you do?”

“You trust me?”

“I do,” I answered immediately.

“Good. Now be a good girl for daddy and close your eyes.” My face felt hot as I shut my eyes and waited. I could hear him move through my place and open the front door.Be a good girl for daddy. Daddy. God, I loved when he spoke that way. It was hot. Dominating but in a sweet way.

Don’t get me wrong, before Car came into my life, the idea of calling a man or a lover daddy would have made me cringe or laugh out loud. But with him, it worked. There was something about the powerful, confident manner he carried himself. The way he had been taking care of me all without having to ask him to. The way we worked together as a team. Inside and outside of the little bit we had done sexually.

Not that I hadn’t wanted to do more, Car just hadn’t let me. Hell, he didn’t even let me touch him. He kept telling me he wanted me to be sure when we finally took that step. Because there would be no turning back. Sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for whatever Car had up his sleeve, I smiled.

I was sure. I had never been surer of anything in my life.

I was in love with Car.

Head over heels in love with a man I had just met.

A man I hadn’t known an entire month yet, I was clueless to where he lived, but I knew in my gut that he was meant to be mine. I couldn’t believe it. Me! I was in love and had fallen easily, and without really trying. But I had a feeling it was because Car was hard not to love. It was like my body and soul knew him. Recognized him and vice versa.

My smile grew as I thought about how we met. Would our paths still have crossed if my original masseuse hadn’t had something come up? I heard him step back in and shut the door. A couple of other sounds ensued I couldn’t make out, and when he told me to open my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“A massage table?” I squeaked and chewed on my bottom lip.

“It’s been a little over two weeks since I rubbed you down.” As if I needed the reminder.

“You know, if you wanted me to take off my clothes, all you had to do was ask,” I teased, but he didn’t smile. His eyes darkened and features turned intense. Before I knew it, he kneeled before me.

“My hands have been aching,” he drawled, and I frowned. My head tilted in confusion.

“Your hands?” I took them and immediately started to rub, hoping to help relieve some of his ache. “Have you been working too much?”

That’s when it hit me.

I hadn’t really asked about his massages and clients. He was always asking about me, and I hadn’t taken the same time to learn more about him and his business. I hadn’t even asked why he left the spa at the resort. God, I was crappy at this whole relationship thing.

“Wait, if they ache, why would you want to bring the massage table here? Do you want me to massage you?”

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