Page 35 of Savage in the Sweets
“Then why? You have to know there are a ton of options for you in Wilson’s Grove. Why the woman you hate from next door?”
“First, I don’t hate you—far from it. Second, many of those options are messy. If something goes south with a mother whose child attends school with mine, Michael could suffer.” I take another step toward Lacy, noticing how quickly her chest rises and falls the closer I get. “And third, I have a feeling no one’s gonna sate my sweet tooth better than you.”
Her cheeks flush pink, but she meets my step with one of her own until our personal spaces meld together.
The scent of vanilla fills my nostrils, which, oddly enough, enhances my reaction to Lacy, and I begin to worry that I’m gonna get a boner every time I eat a lollipop or smell a cupcake.
“I have a shower in the back,” I whisper. “If you’re not busy.”
She licks her lips as she eyes the now noticeable bulge in my gym shorts.
After a long moment, she clears her throat. “Friday,” she says in a husky voice.
I nod my head in agreement. “That’s fair, but do I get to see you before then?”
Why are you trying to see this woman, you idiot? You said you were casual, and that’s not casual.
She bites her lower lip, mulling over the question. I wish I could close the last few inches between us and scoop her up into my arms. I hardly think she’d protest, but something tells me that she’s right in her reservations. Besides, the slow simmer is going to be deliciously maddening.
“I’ll text with details regarding Friday.”
I arc a brow. “Of all the things you’re going to do to me?”
Her face contorts in horror. “No! About having Michael over!”
I smirk back at her. “I know, but that was too good a line to pass up.”
Shaking her head in distaste, she says, “Bye.”
Watching her leave grants me a view of her round backside, outlined nicely by her black yoga pants, but as nice as it looks, I would much rather enjoy her company a little longer.
The effect she has on me is as mind-boggling as it is shocking. It’s not that I have any trouble getting laid, as Stacy so clearly demonstrated this morning as I was dropping Michael off. So what’s gotten into me?
Hopefully, I’ll grow half a brain in the next few days and somehow become capable of good decision making.
But where Lacy Savage is concerned, I’m not entirely convinced that’s possible.
There’s a saying, “the way out of one woman is into the bed of another.” It’s certainly not a motto I live by, but maybe it’s worth a shot if it will save both Lacy and me from making what is undoubtedly a huge fucking mistake. Which this clearly is.
But what if it’s not?a defiant voice echos from deep inside my lust-ladened brain.
It has to be. There is no common ground between me and this woman, and besides, I’m not into commitment, and she’s not into casual. We’ve already established that.
And yet, as I try to push the savage tart from my brain, I can’t help but wonder: what if I’m wrong?
Lacy
“And this is Princess Jasmine.I decided to give her a fish tail!” April points excitedly to the once human, now mermaid princess. “And this one is Xena.”
“You’ve done an amazing job!” I enthuse, blooming with pride that the easel I got her is igniting her creativity.
“I think I’m gonna go build them a new castle now.” She hops off the couch. “With a pool. For Jasmine.”
I smile brightly. “I can’t wait to see it.”
Wednesday night is pizza night with my niece and sis. It’s one of the reasons I love living in Wilson’s Grove. They’re my favorite people.
Stephanie sighs, an exhausted look on her face. “I thought she was done with the princess phase, so I bought her new bedding and toys, and look—we’re back to where we started.”
