Page 54 of Man Seeking Woman

“As in tonight, lets just get right to it. Why wait?”

Swallowing hard, I felt the lump lodge itself in my throat. I wanted to push back the sex, take a few more days at least to adjust. But I also knew that this was what I had signed up for.

How can he be so nonchalant about this? He's acting like I'm here to re-shingle his house, like this was just some construction based job and I needed to do it quickly before the rest of the house collapsed on itself.

“Sure, okay, we'll start tonight.”

“Really?” he asked, cocking a brow high on his forehead. “Just like that? Wow, I thought I'd have to do a little more convincing.”

“Well, this is what I am here for, right? So why wait at all? It's like a hooker asking you to take her out on a date first. It doesn't make sense when we both know what's coming.”

“I couldn't have put it better myself.” Sucking the last bit of coffee from the bottom of his mug, August stood up. “Alright, well, I have to get to the office for a little bit. Make yourself at home, there's a car downstairs for you if you decide to go out, just pick up the phone in the kitchen and dial two-four-four, Jerry will be outside when you're ready.”

Setting the cup down on his dresser, he went to his closet and pulled the doors open. Scanning the different suits, I watched as he pulled out a few different ones and held them up to his body.

“Will I be able to get in and out of here without a problem?”

“Oh shit, yeah, one second.” August grabbed his jeans off the floor from the night before and rummaged around in the pocket. “Here ya go,” he said, tossing a key to me. “That's yours, I meant to give it to you last night.”

“Thank you.” Giving him a smile, I tucked the key into my palm. “What time will you back later?”

“If everything goes well, no later than five, maybe earlier.”

“What about dinner? You said your maid was away, do you have a chef or anything I should be expecting?”

“No, I do my own cooking when I can, and when I can't Valerie, my maid, will usually throw something together for me.” Holding up a deep blue suit, he tilted his head. “What do you think?”

“It'll look good on you.” Taking a sip of my coffee, I asked, “What do you think of me making dinner tonight?”

Hooking the suit on the back of the door, he grabbed a pair of shiny back shoes and walked over to his dresser. Opening the top drawer, he took out thin black socks and a new pair of boxers. “I think that sounds perfect.”

“Alright, good. Is there anything I should know? Anything you don't like or are allergic to?”

“Nope, I'm a guy, I'm fairly easy to please, and will eat just about anything as long as it's seasoned well.”

August walked into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as he started the shower. The water hissed on, and I waited for him to close the door. I thought maybe because we were talking he was leaving it open for the moment. But then he pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing rippling abs and a muscular back.

“Um, okay, that's good.” Keeping my eyes down, I watched the liquid in the cup, trying not to stare. “And the rest of my stuff, that's all going into storage?”

“Yeah,” he said, sticking his hand into the water to feel it. Steam was starting to spill out over the top of the glass doors and filling the room with a smoky haze. “It's my personal storage unit in the building.” August slipped his fingers into the hem of his shorts, teasingly pulling them off his hips.

I was trying so fucking hard not to look, and I swear he knew it too and was trying to entice me, throwing out that wide net and trying to reel me in.

Dipping my head lower, it didn't matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes steady. His shorts hit the floor and my eyes darted to take a peek. Catching him stepping into the shower, his firm ass was all I got see. Closing the glass doors, I watched his fuzzy outline as he wet his hair and face.

Shit, I need to pee.

“So, I need to go to the bathroom, where is there another one?”

“Is it one or two?” he asked, his voice a little louder because his ears were now filled with water.

“One,” I said.

“Just come in here, it's fine, I don't mind.”

Setting the coffee cup down in the nightstand, I climbed out of bed and the urge to pee hit me harder. “No, that's alright, I'll just use your second bathroom.”

“Ella, it's alright, you just need to piss, you can do that in here. Don't be shy, you can do it. Unless you're chicken, if you're too scared to do it, I understand.”

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