Page 18 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Six ~
Angela
Elliot woke early, and when I pad into the living room, he is sitting at the breakfast bar, already dressed for the day, with his laptop open.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He opens his arm inviting me to his side, which I do without a moment’s hesitation. His arms quickly becoming my favorite place on earth. Wrapped up in his strong arm, I inhale his incredibly manly scent, unique to him.
“Good morning, yourself. What time is it?” I feel him adjust his wrist behind me, clearly checking out his watch,
“Getting close to 9:00 am. I was going to come in and wake you soon. We have to be at the airport by ten.”
I push back out of his arms. “Oh crap, I’ll go get ready.”
Taking a hold of my hand, “I’ll come with you, shall I?” he asks, raising his left eyebrow in invitation.
“If you come with me, I won’t get ready. Instead I’ll pounce on you the moment you are close enough to my bed.”
“And that’s a problem….how?” he asks, smiling the entire time.
“Because we need to go. The quicker you let me go, the quicker I will be back.” He pulls me to his chest.
“Not before I get my good morning kiss.” He points his forefinger at his lips, I lift my arms around his neck and stand on my tip toes, and peck him quickly on the lips, before spinning around and wandering into the bedroom and closing the door behind me.
Once we arrive at the airport, we once again head to the first-class lounge. We enjoy a morning coffee and breakfast bagel, as opposed to the glasses of wine we had before our first flight together. I regret my decision to have a milky drink the moment the flight starts to experience horrible turbulence. No joke, I think I am going to vomit all over the incredible man who has kept a hold of my hands the entire flight, doing his best to try to keep me calm. Luckily for both of us, I don’t end up bringing my coffee out in reverse.
You may be wondering why it is lucky for both of us? I’ll tell you why. It is lucky for Elliot as he’s not wearing my breakfast all over him and it is lucky for me, as I don’t end up embarrassing myself.
I also note in my few moments of clarity throughout the flight that no one looks at us. Everyone in first class tends to keep to themselves, and I appreciate the relative privacy I am afforded to experience my motion sickness without watchful eyes.
After landing, we stop by his office on the way through. Kat, his beautiful red-haired assistant meets with Elliot at the front door of the building, palming him a large envelope. Once he returns to the car, we continue on our way out to Elliot’s home in Greenwich.
I am ever so glad when we I finally recognize some of the homes in Elliot’s neighborhood, and even more so as we pull into his driveway, the car coming to a stop just outside of his beautiful home.
Looking at my watch, I am counting down the amount of time I have to get ready for this evening. You see, I want to look my best tonight, as it is the first time I will be accompanying Elliot to a work function. We are heading to his company’s Christmas party tonight.
I hope and pray that tonight goes better than my own had last night. After all, there was no one for Elliot to be jealous of here at his own party. I, on the other hand, am already imagining the many women who work for him fawning all over the boss, especially with the extra confidence provided by the liquid courage that would be on offer. We would have to wait and see.
Once we step out of the car, I excuse myself from Elliot and head straight for the guest house. I let myself in with the key that I had been given during the drive here.
I make a beeline straight for the bedroom that I had slept in last time, and immediately notice a large silver box on the bed, a beautiful navy-blue ribbon tied in a bow around it. Dropping my two bags on the floor, I walk over to take a closer look. The bow is made of intricate lace. I see the folded piece of paper slipped under the bow.
I pluck it out between my thumb and forefinger and open it, it contains a small handwritten note from Elliot,
Angela,
I saw this and knew it was perfect for you. You are such a beautiful woman.
Elliot x
A huge smile spreads over my face as I read the note. My hands begin shaking ever so slightly. I place the note down on the bed, Elliot’s writing looking up at me from beside the box and very slowly I begin to pull the bow apart. It comes undone easily. I lift the lid and unfold the gold tissue paper. The first thing I notice is the line of lace peeking through. I notice as it is an exact match to the ribbon that was wrapped around the parcel.
I lift the dress out gently and allow it to unfold. It is stunning, the color of the ocean late in the afternoon, and even better than that, it is the same color as Elliot’s eyes. The lace piece I first saw upon opening the box runs across the cut of the bust area. I hold it up against my body and am pleased to see that it falls below my knees. I lay it gently down on the bed, allowing my eyes to take it all in. My phone chirps from beside me and I check it quickly. Seeing the time, I drop it back into my bag and take myself to the bathroom to shower.
I apply my makeup, slightly heavier than I would typically wear; after all, I would be meeting a lot of people tonight. I wanted to look my best when I was at my place beside Elliott. I didn’t want to look like my usual plain self next to him. I want to look as though I belong next to him.
I spray myself with perfume and pin up my hair in a low messy bun that would keep most of my hair out of my face, allowing a few loose tendrils to curl around my chin. I want the majority to be out of the way, allowing me to show off the beautiful dress I had been given.
I re-enter the bedroom and slip into my nice underwear that I brought with me this trip. After last night’s close encounter, I wanted to be prepared if it were to happen again. I couldn’t let him see me in my comfortable undergarments. These are not my usual style; these are made from a beautiful, black lace.
