Page 34 of So Wrong, It's Wright
I suck in my breath as her words hit me right in the chest. “I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you too, tiny. And we’re gonna make this happen, OK? One way or another, we’re going to be together.”
“OK,” she whispers. “I can wait.”
“Me too. Because you’re worth it. We’re worth it.”
She nods and then rests her head on the back of her palm, and before I know it, she’s snoring away on screen.
With a smile and a heart full of hope, I press a kiss to the tip of my finger and touch the screen. “Good night, tiny.”
TAHLIA
Afew months later and we’re no closer to moving Ash to New York than we were previously. Needless to say, it’s putting a strain on things. Don’t get me wrong, I still think he’s the most wonderful guy in all the land, but each time we see each other, whether it’s for a quick weekend in person, or during a video call online, saying goodbye gets a little harder until I’m missing him even when we’re in the same room. I’m not sure I can keep hurting like this.
Which is why I’m heading to Atlanta to see if I can get a job there instead of putting all the pressure on Ash to relocate. He’s been insistent that I stay and he comes to me because he didn’t want to take me away from my support system. But why is it OK for him to leave his? So I’ve made the executive decision that if we can’t bring Ash to the big apple, we’ll take the big apple—or the tiny womanfromthe big apple—to him. And after a few rather tense interactions between us of late, I’m excited to surprise him with a couple of days together and some naughty sex.
After giving the concierge a tip from the ‘silly money to surprise Ash’ fund I’ve been collecting from my tips at the bar, I pull the sash on my trench coat tight and step onto the elevator. I feel like a vixen in my thigh-high stockings, and a fancy set of peep show lingerie that has everything there except for the bra cups and the panty lace. So I’m practically naked, and from thinking about the look on Ash’s face when he opens the door to me, I’m also incredibly turned on.
With my shoulders pulled back and my head held high, I walk down the hall with my carryon luggage wheeling behind me before I come to his front door and take a deep, fortifying breath. “Here goes nothing,” I say to myself, heart thundering in my ears as I set my luggage to the side then raise my hand to knock, my fingers moving to the sash and loosening it so I can pull my trench coat open the moment Ash opens the door.
Talk about a great icebreaker! The moment Ash gets an eyeful, he’ll drag me to his bed and he’ll never let me go—mission accomplished.
Nervousness buzzes under my skin as footfalls approach from the other side, and when the handle turns, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Surprise!” I sing, opening my trench coat to reveal my nakedness as the door pulls open. I feel so feminine and empowered that it takes me a moment before I realize the reaction isn’t happening as fast as I expected it to.
“Ah…Ash?” A voice that isn’t his makes my heart stop beating as I pop open one eye. “I think this might be for you.”
With a gasp, I close my trench coat and lock eyes with the woman in front of me, my cheeks flaming as I come face to face with Ash’smother. And what’s worse, is this is her first impression of me! I know her only from the photos I’ve seen of her in Ash’s apartment.Dear Lord, kill me now.
“I should go,” I squeak, gripping my coat closed with one hand as I grab my suitcase with the other and slink back to the elevator as fast as I can, slowly dying inside becauseI just flashed my boyfriend’s mother!Oh god, oh god, oh god! I’m dying and I can’t breathe and this stupid elevator isn’t getting here fast enough!
With deep, ragged inhales, I jab at the call button, desperately needing to hide or run or jump out a window if all else fails.Ash’s mom saw me naked! Arghhhhhh!
“Tahlia?” Ash’s voice fills my ears just as the elevator doors open, and instead of turning to speak to him, I step inside. There’s no coming back from this. “Tahlia.”
Since luck isnoton my side today, his big hand wraps around the closing doors and they open again, staying that way as he obstructs them with his oversized frame. “Your mom just saw my tits,” I blurt, an edge of hysterics in my voice as I throw my arms in the air. “She also saw my landing strip. I don’t really have much on under here.” I gesture to the coat and shake my head as I look away.
Ash grins. “Really? Can I see?”
“No! This isn’t funny. This is humiliating and now I’ve ruined my relationship with your mother, which means I’ve ruined any future we could have because she probably thinks I’m a whore. How am I supposed to have Sunday dinner across from her when we have kids if she thinks I’m a whore?” I demand.
Ash’s grin only gets wider. “You want kids?”
“What?”
“Kids,” he says. “You just said you want kids. You also mentioned Sunday dinner with my mom, but even I don’t do that, so…”
“Yes,” I admit. “I want kids with you. Lord knows how I’ll get your giant babies out of my body, but yes, I want to have your babies. I want everything with you, Ash.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My embarrassment slowly calms as I step a little closer to him and bite my lip. “It’s why I’m here. I have a job interview for a magazine. I thought that since we’re not having much luck moving you to New York that maybe I should be the one to move here…”
“You want to give up the city, your life, your friends and move to Atlanta for me?”
Pressing my lips together, I nod. “As long as that’s OK, of course.”
“OK? Tiny…” He reaches out to me with a sexy smirk on his face. “Why don’t you get your ass over here so I can show you just how OK that is?”
ASH
