Page 43 of Stuck-Up Big Shot
Miles
My schedulethis week was insane, and by the time Friday rolls around, I’m worn out. But there is light at the end of the tunnel because Sutton had agreed to go out with me on Friday night. The chaos of my job is the only thing that kept me grounded and focused. Otherwise, I would’ve folded under the temptation to see her every night after work.
The anticipation of my date with Sutton lifts my spirits and propels me toward the finish line. A finish that I hope will lead to a lot more with her.
We’d snuck in time to hang out several times throughout the week before our date, too. A Tuesday morning swim session before work led to a hot make out session where I had Sutton up against the pool wall. My hard dick between her legs, grinding against her like a teenage boy. A cold shower was required for me to get things under control before I left for work.
And last night, our schedules aligned so I could join her and Blackie for an evening walk to the park. I think our goodbye kiss lasted longer than the actual walk.
Which has only increased my need to be inside her. To learn every curve of her body. To kiss and mark her soft, supple skin. To make her mine.
But first, the date.
I’ve pulled out all the stops for tonight. To ensure that Sutton knows the depth of my feelings for her and how terribly sorry I am for not recognizing her from so long ago. To apologize for the regrets I have for unintentionally overlooking her when we were younger and making her feel insignificant. And most importantly, ask for forgiveness over my recent actions and behaviors.
Yes, I realize I acted like an asshat toward her. What can I say? I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me that the deaths of my mother and sister turned me into the hardened man I am. While their deaths pushed me to become a hard-nosed investment advisor, it certainly hasn’t done me any favors in my personal life.
Granny would be ashamed of me, and Mel wouldn’t like the man I am now. It’s my mission to rectify this with Sutton, replacing the recent me in favor of new memories with the man I believe I can be. Starting tonight.
Tonight, we’re at square one. The beginning. With a goal to treat her like a queen, and I am her loyal subject.
Even if I’m no prince, perhaps she’ll be able to overturn the frog curse.
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“Where are you taking me?”Sutton stands at the entryway, not altogether different from the first time I saw her there a few weeks before.
“Is that how you greet your handsome date?”
“Stop. You know you look handsome,” she says, with a rosy blush over her cheeks.
“And you look exceptionally hot.” I waggle my eyebrows and give her a slow, appraising glance, my eyes tracking her entire body from head to toe.
She’s dressed in a form-fitting, black cocktail dress, with bare legs and knock-out high heels that increase her height by a good three inches. She stands with her hands locked on her hips, lips penciled in with the barest shade of cotton-candy pink, hair falling in loose, beachy summer waves over her shoulders.
She is too beautiful for words.
“Have you always been this impatient?” I jest, giving her my arm to take as I escort her toward the elevator.
She shrugs and picks up her purse, raising an eyebrow at me.
As she closes the door behind her, she relays a stern but sweet goodbye to the dog. “Watch the house, Blackie, and be on your best behavior. No getting into the toilet paper rolls again.”
Giving her my arm to take to escort her toward the elevator, my laugh escapes unbidden. “TP rolls? What’s that all about?”
Sutton lets out a frustrated huff, slips her arm in mine, and shakes her head. “I think my employer conveniently forgot to mention a few things about Blackie. While most of the time, he’s a perfect angel, he definitely has a naughty side. I think he was a little mad at me for being away from home more than usual last weekend. When I came home Saturday night, I found toilet paper strewn all over the apartment floor. It was a complete mess and looked like a fraternity house lawn party.”
“Ah, those were the days.”
The elevator door dings open as I press my palm in the small of her back, instantly zapped with the same sharp electricity that continues to exist between us. The current continues to intensify and grow stronger and stronger with each passing day.
I punch the button for the lobby and slip my fingers through hers, holding her hand proprietarily. Something I haven’t ever done with any woman before her.
She turns and glances at me with a sideways look. “I know what you were like in high school, from what I observed, at least. But what about college? What were you like then?”
“Truth? Or a glossy, classed-up version of it?”
She nudges me in the ribs with an elbow. “The truth, goofball. Always.”
