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“Yes.”

I smiled. I was sure he was still half out of it, and that made me feel proud and protective. I wanted to look after Wilfred the way he deserved.

“Come home with me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to say ‘yes’ to everything I ask?”

Wilfred gave a chuckle and the sound warmed me. There was a little glint in his eyes as he said, “Yes.”

That made me kiss him again. When I pulled away, I said, “I’m going to clean us up and then I’m going to take you home where I can feed you and keep you in my bed all night.”

Chapter 11

Wilfred

My legs were still shaking with the aftershocks of my powerful orgasm as Pete led me through the shop. I managed to grab my gift from the counter and held it close as I turned off the lights in the shop and set the alarm before locking the door.

Once we were outside, Pete took hold of my hand and said, “Shall I drive us both or would you rather take your own car?”

“You drive,” I said. I wasn’t sure I’d be safe on the roads, to be honest. I still felt like I was in a dream. I had to squeeze Pete’s fingers to be sure that, yes, he was holding my hand and he felt warm and it made my stomach fluttery again.

“I’ll bring us both back in the morning to pick up your car.”

He led me to his car and opened the door for me. I was sure I had a silly smile on my face the whole time we drove but Pete didn’t say anything about it, so I guess he didn’t mind.

When we got to his house, I looked up at the tall, box-like building and thought of my own little cottage. The floors wereuneven and the ceiling beams were too low but it was home, and I loved it.

Pete opened the door and ushered me inside, and the hall had the sterile feeling of a hospital. Straight lines, clean tiles, and nothing else.

I took off my shoes and left them neatly by the door, not wanting to get any dirt on his clean floors. Pete chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I can see you hate it.”

“No, I don’t,” I insisted quickly.

I felt the press of his lips to my cheek before he said, “That’s okay. It’s not anything special. It’s just a house. We’ll stay here tonight but I’ll think about how to make it more comfortable for you tomorrow, okay?”

“It’s very nice,” I said.

He gave another chuckle. “It’s just a house. But it’s sweet of you to pretend.”

The hallway opened into a large kitchen that was all sleek greys and had an island in the centre. And, in the middle of the island was the big wooden bowl that Richard had sold Pete. It stuck out, jarring and out of place, and I laughed.

“I don’t think Richard would have made you buy that if he’d known what your house was like. It doesn’t look right at all.”

“I like it. It’s the one thing in the kitchen I actually do like.”

“You didn’t design this, then?” I gestured around me.

“No, I don’t have any flair for interior design. This is how the house came, and I needed somewhere to move in to quickly. It was ready-furnished and available. I’m not that attached to it.”

Again, I thought of my own cottage. I’d carefully chosen every single item that went into it. In fact, I’d made a lot of them. I couldn’t understand living in a place that I didn’t like.

Pete nudged me over to the breakfast bar and sat me down. “How about I pour you a nice glass of wine and you can talk to me while I cook us dinner?”

“That reallydoessound nice.”

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