Page 24 of D.I.E.T. (Did I Eat That?)

“I hardly think that’s an issue. Mrs. Riley, you should see the way he looks at her. Our precious Geet must really be giving up the good stuff, if you know what I mean.” And he winked at her.Winked.

This time, I blanched as they laughed at my expense. Giving up the good stuff? If Dion only knew all we’d done was kiss. Well, okay, there might have been a little touchy-touchy the last couple of times. “Right,” I said matter-of-factly. “That’s my cue to go. Have a nice day, Mrs. Riley. Sayhito that cutie of yours for all of us, too.”

My entire shift, I swore the hours passed in reverse. I loved my job. It never felt as much like drudgery as it did for the second half of the day. When my last clients finally left, I did my usual wipe down of all the surfaces and collected the basket of used sheets to deposit in the laundry. Dion retained a service to do our washing so we didn’t have to. After locking up my room and gathering my coat and purse, I hurried home.

Of course, the world outside, judging by the wall of snow that had fallen just since Sinjin left me at the salon and the amount of drivers on the road who’d apparently forgotten in the day since our last big snowfall how to drive in a Michigan winter, had neglected to read the memo I sent about needing to get home in a timely manner.

When I finally made it inside my apartment, I dropped my purse and coat on the floor in front of the closed door in a hurry to get a bag together, but as I passed the bathroom, I thought maybe I should shower before going to Sinjin’s. I undressed, throwing my clothes in the hamper in the corner of my bedroom, then walked back to the bath to turn on the shower. I waited the few minutes for the water to run at the correct temperature before stepping under the spray. I washed and conditioned my hair. Then using a loofa, I tackled all my parts. I hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. I should probably shave. Pits done, I moved down to my legs.

I should’ve stopped after that. Cleaned the razor and went on with my day. The problem was since I’d been in an exclusive relationship with Mr. Rabbit for the last couple of years, I looked down and for the first time really noticed the overgrowth of brush on the rabbit den. I couldn’t let Sinjin see that mess. He’d need a weed whacker or possibly a machete to go exploring.

In my panic, I used my newly cleaned razor to take off a little on one side, then I went after a little on the other, but I took off what looked like too much. I went back to the first side in order to even things out, but again, I razed off a little more than I meant to. It was an odd angle and by the time I finished, my vajayjay looked like an avant-garde topiary.

This couldnotbe happening. Not today. Not with Sinjin.

Defeated, I stepped out of the shower to towel off, blew out my hair, slapped makeup on my face, and walked into my room to dress. At least I had cute underwear. Pale pink with black lace and a black bow. Totally vintage. Then I donned a skintight pair of winter-white jeans for which I had to lie down on the bed and suck in to zip up. Who needed to take complete breaths anyway? I thought of it as a sacrifice to the beauty gods. A black off-the-shoulder sweater and spike-heeled black boots later, I finished packing my bag for a couple of days, not forgetting my hair products or makeup, and flicked the light off.

There were two texts on my phone from Sinjin asking if I was okay. I texted back, telling him that I’d been held up and was on my way.

A twenty-minute drive from the gym meant thirty minutes from my apartment. When I entered his subdivision, I started off good because I turned the only way I could turn, but I hit a misstep somewhere along the way and ended up exiting the subdivision.

Second try, I turned the opposite way on the second turn and it all flooded back, leading me to Willow Lane and Sinjin’s house at the end of the cul-de-sac. As I pulled into the drive, his front door opened and the beautiful man stood in the doorway out of his business suit in a snug-fitting-in-all-the-right-ways navy blue thermal Henley and jeans. He even had moccasin-style slippers on his feet. Most importantly was the smile on his face meant just for me.

I hopped out of my Jeep with my bag and purse in hand, bleeped the locks, and walked up a cleared sidewalk to him. Those strong arms went around me the moment we made contact. His lips zeroed in on their target, my mouth. It wasn’t long. We needed to close the door. It was, however, perfect. I girly sighed. Seriously girly sighed.

As I came in through the front this time, he led me into the front living room, off of which was his office and a carpeted stairwell with stairs that circled to fit better in the space. Hanging up my coat in the closet, he said, “You look stunning, sunshine. Different from what you wore to work.”

He noticed. That broke through the jumble of giddy anticipation making me want him even more. Sinjin was the type of man who took notice. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “Yeah, I cleaned up before coming. Let me take off my boots.” I felt funny about walking around on his carpeting with shoes on. He bent down, unzipping the first boot, pulling it slowly from my leg and kissing the inside of my knee. Was ready to jump him on the spot? Hecks to the yeah. As he pulled off the second, kissing the inside of that knee, too, I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself for a moment.

Lucky for me, when he stood, I found that I didn’t need to. His one arm went around my waist, drawing me close against his body while he ran his other hand up my back to grip my neck, taking my mouth hard. I threw my arms around his back, taking hold and not letting go. Not letting him up for air. I wanted him and darn it all, I endeavored to have him. Hooking my leg around his hip, I ground my intensions against him. He tore his lips from mine to whisper, “Geet, baby, this isn’t how I planned our first time together.”

Planned?

No time for plans. Time for booty.

I dug my fingers under the hem of his shirt and ripped it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. He pressed his lips to mine again, groaning. Thank the good Lord I carried condoms in my purse because from that groan, we exploded. His clothes went. My clothes went. Well, except for the jeans that he had to tug with might to get them down. Even with that little SNAFU he led me so far past turned on that there wasn’t a word for what I was experiencing.

Sinjin managed to carry me to his living room sofa. My back against the cushion, he took me hard and fast and beautiful. The first real live man-induced orgasm for me in years—mushroom cloud over our heads. Shockwaves ripped through me and I was pretty sure he felt them too. I honestly shook for several minutes after coming down.

Chest heaving, he moved to sit on the sofa next to me, pulling me onto his lap. Then, pressing his forehead to my temple, he kissed me gently on the cheek. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said. “I knew it would be hot between us, but Jesus, Geet…”

“Sorry if I ruined your plans.”

“We’ve got all night, baby. Nothing’s been ruined.”

“I need the bathroom,” I said.

“Yeah.” He looked down at his condom-covered manhood, which made me look too. Genetics had been generous to him, exceptionally generous. “I need to clean up.”

I reached to gather my clothing, but Sinjin got to his Henley first, pulling it down over my head. Then, pulling me up, he bent to snatch my panties off the floor along with his jeans. He leaned in to take my hand. “Now that we’ve broken in the sofa, there’s a whole house to explore.” He winked then continued to lead me through the house to the downstairs bath.

After our business trip, as in he and I took care of business once more, Sinjin moved us to the kitchen and great room. Now this area I recognized. That gigantic sectional held a sentimental place in my heart. I looked around the room, smiled, and returned my look to him. “Something smells amazing,” I told him.

“Dinner,” he answered. “I promised you dinner. Thank goodness for slow cookers and Instant Pots.”

I drew my finger along his jaw. “Ah, well, I promised you boobies. Tag—you’re it.”

He reached his arm out to snag me close while throwing his head back to laugh. Then he kissed me. Jiminy Christmas, he gave good kisses.

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