Finding Home

I am still working out the parts of getting her to stay, but if I am anything it’s patient. Well, that was before I met Charlotte Bloom. All of my patience seemed to evaporate into thin air when it came to getting her next to me. I relax in my seat, reminding myself that I have her now. The sweet smell of lavender fills the inside of my truck. I wonder if that’s how she smells or if it’s some fancy lotion she puts on her skin. Maybe she washes her hair with it. Thoughts of her lying in bed next to me at night rubbing it all over herself flood my mind. If I am a lucky bastard I might get the privilege of rubbing whatever it is all over her sweet body.

I make a mental note to order lavender smelling things for the house. Maybe that will calm her and make her stay put. I glance over at her again, unable to help myself. I was right; she is perfect. Overly perfect. My cock hardens more behind the roughness of my jeans at the thought of dirtying up all the perfect she is. I could come in my pants just thinking about spreading my seed all over her perfect little pussy.

Shit, my thoughts are not helping my dick’s current situation. I’ve never even had such crude thoughts about a woman before. Until her.

My desire to mess up Charlotte’s perfect little appearance isn’t for my own good, but hers. Like Charlotte, I’m good at reading people. She uses her freshly pressed clothes, neatly done hair and what I’m guessing is flawless makeup as a shield. She tries to hide what she really wants behind all of that attitude she gives me. Eyes don’t lie, though.

It reminds me of one those homes you walk into and they don’t look as though anyone actually lives there. It puts you on edge that you might mess it up. She doesn’t want anyone getting too close. That’s the point of everything around her being in its place. I knew it from the moment I heard her sexy, tight voice on the phone. She was begging for me to set her free from the cage she put herself in.

“You’re taking me to Drake’s, right?” She reaches into her purse, pulling out a pair of glasses and slipping them on her face before she toys with her phone. I didn’t know a person’s fingers could move so fast but I watch her do it for a moment. “Right?” She pulls her eyes from the phone to look at me. Fuck, no, I’m not taking her to another man.

“Wasn’t sure if you were talking to me or the phone.” I shrug. She glares at me over those sexy glasses. I swear to Christ the woman keeps getting hotter. “Sira or whatever.” I motion to the phone. She keeps on staring at me for a moment before she finally starts to laugh. I have no idea why, but the cute sound coming from her is not helping my dick.

“Siri?” she says through laughter. Correcting me on the phone’s name.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head. I can’t remember what people are always calling the damn thing. “But I think you’re right,” I agree. I’ve heard Delilah talk to the thing before. I prefer when the phone doesn’t make noise at all. The most I’ve used one in the past week was to call and bug the woman that is now sitting next to me.

It was a happy accident that I ever talked to her at all. Thank fuck for Drake being an obsessed jealous man because he has his assistant answer any calls that come to his woman’s phone. I only called to ask her if she really left town because her mom and mine wouldn’t shut up about it. They asked me to call and when my mom asks me to do something that I’m capable of doing, I do it.

She stops laughing to smile at me. “Colton Blackwood. Did you just admit I was right?”

“When I’m wrong, I’m wrong. You’ll never have to fight me on that. I’m not too proud to say I did something wrong.”

Her tense shoulders drop for a moment. Her smile turning softer reveals a little more of the woman I know she’s trying to hide.

I knew Charlotte was good at reading people after having a few conversations with Drake Weston. The man spoke so highly of her. It was a fight for me to get her to begin with but I had something Drake wanted as bad as I needed Charlotte. His Delilah. The girl was a little sister to me. We grew up next door to one another. Well, as next door as you can get out here. Oftentimes next door is miles away.