Page 60 of Daring to Love You
“Do you mind if I take off my shoes?” Dorian asked.
Lynix glanced down at her sandals that showed off pink toenails and wondered how she’d managed to survive in the heels for this long.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse. “Make yourself at home. Actually, I have something for you.”
He swept her into his arms, and she gasped, holding on to him while he carried her down the hall.
“Where are we going, and why are you carrying me?” she asked, resting her head on his shoulder. That simple move showed just how much she trusted him.
“We’re going to my bedroom, and I’m carrying you so you don’t have to take another step in those killer heels. There’s a little something in the room I think you’ll be happy to see.”
When he reached the last door on the right, he strolled in and set her on the bed. Her gaze went immediately to the huge white box with a red bow sitting next to her. He hadn’t been sure she’d come home with him, but he had hoped.
“That’s for you. Open it.”
She took a cursory glance around the large bedroom. She had seen it the first time she’d come over, and though she hadn’t said, it was probably too masculine for her taste. If her apartment was any indication, she loved bright-colored walls, but his were a deep gray. But if things between them turned out the way he wanted, she’d have full rein on redecorating the space.
Dorian removed the lid from the box and burst out laughing as she pulled out fluffy yellow Big Bird slippers. “These are hilarious,” she said.
“There’s more,” he nodded to the box for her to keep digging.
She pulled out several sets of lounging pajamas, a robe, and thick socks. He had included those in case she wasn’t a house shoes person. With some help from Cree and her friend, Jada, he had also purchased a few additional clothing items to leave at his penthouse… just in case.
Maybe he was being too presumptuous thinking she’d soon be spending more time at his place, but once again, he was hoping.
“Oh, Lynix. This is so thoughtful, and I see a theme.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I’ve picked up on the fact that yellow is your favorite color. I figured whenever you come over, you can make yourself at home. What better way to do that than with comfortable clothes?”
She strolled toward him smiling and hugged him. “You are too good to me.”
“Nah, sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “You’re too good for me, and I think tonight proved that.”
“Lynix…”
“I know you have questions, and you deserve answers, but let’s change clothes, get comfortable, and then we can talk.”
“Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower and changing into a T-shirt and basketball shorts, Lynix poured himself a drink. He rarely drank hard liquor, but the conversation they needed to have would require something stronger than beer.
He had just poured three fingers of whiskey when Dorian strolled into the kitchen. Her shower-fresh scent wafted throughthe air, and she was wearing one of the short pajama sets. On her feet were a pair of thick socks.
Her hair was in a loose ponytail at her nape, and her face was scrubbed free of makeup. She looked completely at home, and Lynix loved it.
“Would you like something to eat or drink?” he asked.
“I’m not hungry, but a glass of red wine would be great.”
“Okay, have a seat in the living room, and I’ll bring it to you.”
How was he going to tell her about Marisela? How was he going to tell her about the most humiliating and scariest night of his life? What would she think? Would she look at him differently? Would he even be able to get through the story?
He wasn’t sure, but because he didn’t want any secrets between them as they moved forward in their relationship, he needed to explain about Marisela.
“Here you go,” Lynix said, handing her the wine.
“Thank you.”
