Then he whispered back, “Okay.”
I closed my eyes tight then opened them and asked softly, “You love me?”
“Baby, you were made for me.”
Oh God.
My face started scrunching up again and his hand wrapped around the back of my head and shoved it in his neck.
I held on but muttered a broken, “Thank you.”
“Fuck, you’re the hardest bitch I’ve ever met to give shit to,” he grumbled.
My emotions careening all over the place, I pulled back and narrowed my eyes on him.
“Oh, so, you were also generous with your smorgasbord of pu**y?”
He grinned. “Baby, don’t ask me that but I will say I never gave any of them a spa.”
“Good,” I snapped.
“Or a phone that cost a G,” he went on.
“Excellent,” I snapped again.
“Maybe a dress or shoes but not both and definitely not three,” he muttered then finished musingly, “Or even two.”
“It might be a good idea to shut up now, Knight,” I suggested.
He grinned again.
Then he noted, “Now who’s bossy?”
“I’m allowed to be bossy. I’m about to be the owner of Denver’s most kickass spa.”
Knight’s arms got tight around me and he burst out laughing.
I watched.
I did it smiling.
And I did it in love with Mr. Sebring.
Chapter Thirteen
My World
On Knight’s black, marble counter my phone rang while I was at the stove, boiling water for spaghetti and browning hamburger for sauce. I left the meat, grabbed the phone and saw on the display the call was from Viv. I took it while wandering back to the stove and put it to my ear.
“Hey, honey,” I greeted.
“I was a bad girl.”
I blinked at the hamburger.
Then I burst out laughing.
Through my giggles, I asked, “Were you now?”
“Very,” she said through her own giggles. “Have I told you today I love Knight Sebring?”
I pushed the meat around, smiling at it and said, “Not today. Yesterday you did. Not today.”
“Well I do.”
“I take it things with Rhashan are going good?” I asked softly.
It had been just over a month since my party. I was no longer a file clerk. All my nail clients, and I lost only one, were able to move to days. But losing the one was okay because two of my clients took on six-weekly facials, Kathleen added a monthly facial, so did Sandrine and Viv and Kathleen got her girlfriend Louise to bring her acrylics business to me. So I was actually ahead.
I spent part of my days talking to Mahleena, the bossy bitch who liked to spend money who actually didn’t seem bossy to me but she definitely liked to spend money. We were now implementing the plans to deal with my gonna-be kickass spa. I was also taking an online course in small business management that Knight suggested.
So even without the day job, I was still busy.
But my nights were at Knight’s. In fact, the last two weeks since my last day at work, my apartment felt like my workplace since I’d go there to work and come home to Knight. We had dinner together then he left for work. I rambled around for a few hours, reading, watching television, talking on the phone, doing my coursework at his computer in his study and I went to bed in satin sheets. I woke up in them too. And without having to be at work at eight, I woke up later and got to sleep longer with Knight.
It was the bomb.
Life was good.
And now it seemed it was good for Vivica too.
“Hun… nee,” she whispered as an answer to my question and said no more.
Surprising both Viv and me, Rhashan had started things out with only dating and this had lasted three weeks. He was feeling Vivica out. She was my age, he was thirty-six. A nine year gap which concerned him, because as he told Viv, when he first saw her, he saw her clubbing. He was in settling in mode and looking for The One. And he wasn’t f**king around, not even literally. It wasn’t about getting off. It was about finding a partner for more than spanking.
Viv was impatient, she liked to get herself some and, like me before Knight, had hit a dry spell even for normal sex. But she was understanding as well as intrigued. As date wore into date, that understanding deepened and she got smitten and she was smitten with more than the fact he was seriously hot.
Last week, Viv reported, he broke the seal. “Vanilla sex” she said that was “out of this world”.
The night after Rhashan broke the seal, he started breaking her in. Or, in Rhashan lingo, bringing her to heel.
Viv was on top of the world.
“After you were bad, was he good to you?” I asked.
“A powerhouse, six foot, seven inch brother doling out punishment?” she whispered. “Yes, Anya, my guy was good to me. He can wield a crop and I mean that in more ways than one. At one point, I think I was in a different galaxy.”
I put the spaghetti in water, thinking vaguely I should ask Knight to take us shopping and find some way to be naughty while smiling and murmuring, “Great honey.”
“He ties me to him while we sleep.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“He ties our wrists together while we sleep so I won’t go very far. He likes his woman close while he sleeps.”
My belly melted.
I loved that for her.
I just hoped she did.
“You like that?”
“Cuddling a warm, hard mountain of muscle who wants me close? Girl,” she drew it out softly. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Living the dream.”
“Oh Viv,” I whispered.
“Anya.”
I jumped and turned to see Knight, who’d been in his study, standing at the edge of the bar, eyes on me, face weirdly unreadable.
“Hang on, Viv,” I said into the phone and put it to my shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Let Viv go,” he ordered and his tone was as weird as his expressionless face.
I knew he could do impassive but he didn’t do that very often anymore. Not with me.
And his tone…
I held his eyes as I put the phone to my ear. “Viv, Knight needs to speak with me. Gotta go, honey.”
“Right, babe. Been bad?”
I smiled a small smile still looking at Knight. “Not lately.”
“Get on that. Report back. Later.”
“Later.”
I disconnected and the minute I did, Knight said, “Turn off the stove.”
“But the spagh –”
“Baby, stove. Off.”