Page 52 of Big Bad Single Wolf Dad

Greg smiles, pride beaming on his face. “Would you be interested in getting it like that again?”

“Yes!” I cry. We both descend into laughter. He reaches out and moves a strand of hair from my face. He’s so gentle now, soft and sweet in the way he touches me. His eyes glaze over, a familiar look of passion coming back over him. “But first, a shower,” I demand.

“I’ll do you one better,” he says, pulling me up and guiding me to the master bathroom. Inside is not only a shower but a large standalone bathtub that could easily hold both of us. He starts filling it up while we rinse off in the shower. The hot water eases my muscles, relaxing me fully.

Then, Greg pulls out a caddy from under the sink. Inside are several bottles of bath oils, bubbles, and colorful bath bombs.

“Help yourself, I’ll be right back,” Greg says.

I choose a peach-scented bath bomb and drop it in the tub. The colors spread through the water, pink and orange swirling around and filling the air with the sweetest smell. I’m about to wonder how this could possibly get any better when Greg returns with a bottle of wine and two stemmed glasses.

We sink into the water together, each of us with a chilled glass of wine. I lean against his firm chest, feeling the ease and safety of his presence calm me. The wine buzzes through my limbs, making me fully relax in the moment.

Maybe not every time will be exactly like this, but if even a fraction of our moments together can be this romantic and indulgent? I’m quite possibly the luckiest girl in the entire world.

“Satisfied?” Greg asks. He plants a kiss on the top of my head, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Mm-hm,” I reply. I don’t think I’ve ever been more satisfied in my entire life.

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GREG

My heart is already pounding in my chest, even though it will be hours before Sarah gets here. I want everything to be perfect, and every time I think of Sarah walking through that door, my heart races.

“Actually, could we have the roses over here please?” I ask the decorator who’s already run the length of my mansion fifty times today to make sure my vision is executed perfectly.

“Of course,” she says graciously before rushing to pick up the roses from the other end of the events room.

I take a deep breath as she sets them to one side of the room to create a stunning floral display, one I hope Sarah will love. Tonight is all about her. All about us.

The fragrance of the roses fills the air as the decorator perfects the display, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere. Maybe a bit more than a touch since there are a thousand of them.

Plus, the roses aren’t the only splash of romance I’ve got planned for tonight. In fact, the whole events room is practically flooded with romantic decor and little reminders of our relationship. I don’t just want a touch of romance. I want this whole room to announce, in no uncertain terms, how much Sarah means to me and how much I love her.

“How’s that?” asks the decorator, gesturing to the roses that have been arranged into an enormous tiered wall of petals. I can see the hope in her eyes that this is the last time I’ll ask for any changes.

“That’s perfect,” I tell her with a grin, and it is.

She lets out a sigh of relief and scurries off to take care of something else, while I stand back and enjoy the sight of the room coming together.

The wall of roses is backed by colored fabrics lit from below by dim floor lights, giving a dramatic backdrop. True to my vision, though, it’s still intimate, making the room seem both smaller and grander at the same time.

The house lights are still on, and I know once they’re turned off, the effect will be even more impressive.

I let my eyes wander over the scene again, imagining how everything will look when Sarah arrives. The room will be bathed in soft, warm light, casting a gentle glow over the elegant decorations. The single table that’s being set up now will be draped in a red tablecloth to match the roses, with white tableware and crystal glasses, just like they use at Le Chatière.

Looking around, I see that everything is falling into place, meticulously arranged according to how I envisioned it.

And it’s not just the flowers and lighting that are setting the mood. I’ve made sure to include some of the details from the night we met as well. The colored sashes that hang from the walls are from the charity event I hosted, as are the fairy lights strung from the ceiling. I want this night to remind us both of how far we’ve come together and also hark back to the first night at the charity event where we caught each other's eye.

I step back, taking a moment to absorb the beauty before me. The setting is spectacular and my heart skips a beat again. It’s not the lavish decor that has my heart racing, though; it’s the thought of Sarah’s arrival. She means everything to me, and tonight I want to show her just how deeply I’ve fallen for her.

As I wait, my mind drifts to the memories we’ve shared, the laughter, the tears, and the countless moments of joy. Days out with the kids, nights in alone. Sarah has always been special to me, and I want her to know that, without a doubt. She deserves nothing less than a proposal that captures the essence of our journey together.

As the last of the decorations begin to go up, my nerves start to fray, my palms growing clammy as the anticipation builds. I glance at my watch, realizing it won’t be long before Sarah walks through that door. Just another half hour.

“Thanks so much, everyone!” I call out to the decorator and her assistants as they pack up the last of their equipment. “It all looks perfect!”

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