Page 48 of Finding Home
I take another step closer, her chest now brushing mine with each breath she takes. “Do you understand?”
She nods, and I do something I know I fucking shouldn’t. I drag my thumb over her bottom lip. “Have fun and be safe.”
I step back, giving her just enough room to squeeze by.
She calls out a goodbye to Lila and rushes out the front door.
I pack the rest of Lila’s and my day full, hoping to keep my mind off of Chloe in some bar, probably dancing and flirting with strange men. We’re cuddled on the couch when the first text comes through.
Arrived at the hotel
I grin at my phone. She’s doing as she’s told. It buzzes in my hand again.
I’m sharing a bed with Brinley and we chose the window bed because Lennon will be up a few times in the middle of the night.
We’re ordering room service for dinner. I’m getting a chicken Caesar wrap and fries.
I shake my head and lock my phone, trying to pay attention to the movie again. It buzzes again a short while later.
Heading to the bar now.
I nearly drop my phone as the picture comes through. She’s wearing this form-fitting black dress that lands mid-thigh with a pair of black heels that wind up her legs. She’s fucking gorgeous, and the thought of leaving right now and throwing her over my shoulder and bringing her home hits me like a wrecking ball. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
You’re being a brat.
A sexy brat
I stare at the message, unable to respond, but my lack of response must be enough for, her because she texts back.
Are you going to punish me???
I groan.
Watch yourself, Chloe
What if I want you to watch me?
Fucking hell.This woman is going to kill me.
After Lila’s tucked in bed, I head to my room, reading and waiting for Chloe to let me know they’re back in their hotel room. Instead of texting, she calls, and I answer.
“Are you okay?”
She chuckles. “Calm down, Mr. Serious Grump.” Her words come out pretty slurred. “I’m fine. We’re in the hotel. I can’t see my phone to text.”
I run my hand down my face. She’s wasted.
“Do you have some water? Something to eat and sober up?”
She hiccups. “Yes. Water. Soooo good.” She giggles, and I hear other voices on the other end. She sighs, and I hear the shuffling of sheets. “Will you read to me? You have such a nice voice,” she says, and my cheeks heat. Any time she compliments me, they seem to do that. “You know the perfect night would be having my hair played with and being read to and then afterwards being held.”
I can see that. Hearing her say how something so simple is heridea of a perfect night has me beginning to wonder if we could maybe make this work as more than what we are now.
“Yeah, I’ll read to you.”
“Thank you,” she says, and I hear the grin in her voice.
