Her eyes swim with tears so I quickly lean down and kiss them away. “I think we both know how much I want you.” I smile. “I missed holding you last night.”
“I couldn’t settle because your arms weren’t around me,” she admits.
“Then why don’t we see how it feels sharing my room,” I suggest with my heart in my throat.
Her eyes search mine and seeing what she needs, she says, “You really don’t mind me sharing your room?”
I shake my head.
“Good, because that’s where I want to be.” She grins brightly.
“That’s where you belong, babe.” I slide one arm under her legs and the other around her back and carry her into the living room, settling her on the sofa. “I don’t want to leave but I have to, so please make this your home, okay?”
“I already feel at home.” She smiles shyly.
“Then that makes me even happier.” I kiss her nose and dash back into the kitchen to tidy everything away.
My body is still on edge with arousal and knowing that she’s going to be in my bed tonight makes it worse. But first I need to get the dishes taken care of and while I’m at it, I make her a sandwich, which will keep in the fridge until lunchtime.
Smiling to myself for thinking of everything—I hope—I dash back into the living room while fastening the cufflinks onto my sleeves. I pull my suit jacket on and straightening myself out finally look at Sirena.
She holds a hand out to me, which I take and kissing her knuckles, I say, “I have to go, but please message me throughout the day so I know you’re okay, and take it easy.” I kiss her cheek. “I’ve made you lunch which is under cellophane in the fridge.” I kiss her again and groan. “I really do need to leave.”
She laughs. “Go. I promise that I’ll be fine, and I promise to message, call . . . and that I’ll be here when you come home.”
Sighing with relief, I realize that’s what I was afraid of—that she’d disappear while I was gone. “Right.” I grab my briefcase from the front door and with one glance at Sirena, head toward my car wondering what the hell is wrong with me.
Wanting to constantly have her with me needs to stop because I’m not a possessive person, or at least I’m not usually.
Pulling out of the drive, I glance at the house through my rearview mirror and the grin that spreads across my face wou
ld make my assistant think I’ve totally lost my mind.
10
Sirena
Mid-afternoon and I’d finished the book that I was reading over an hour ago. Since then I’ve been pondering about calling my mom to let her know where I am. I’m holding back though because I’ll have to admit to my overnight stay in the hospital and she won’t be happy that I hadn’t called her then. Neither will Dad.
With a heavy sigh, I drag myself from my idle position on the sofa and stretching the kinks out, I slowly head upstairs and to the guest room. Luckily, the night before I hadn’t unpacked, I’d just hunted through my things for what I’d needed. So now as I enter the room, I decide to put off calling my parents and instead I’ll sort my clothes out in Garrett’s room. Or is that too presumptuous?
“Humph.” I get to my knees and opening my suitcases, sort my clothes into different piles: T-shirts, leggings, dresses, bra, panties, pajamas, socks, and make-up and toiletries. Thanks to my sister, Charlotte, I have more than I could ever need, enough to stay a long while.
At that thought, I’m filled with excitement and when I should probably be wary of jumping into a relationship so soon after leaving Harry, I’m not. There’s something about Garrett that draws me to him and I feel so relaxed when I’m with him. Well, not all the time. Some of the time my blood heats and all I want is to be naked with him. I want to see every bit of his body, and I want to stroke the hard arousal that he was unable to hide this morning. Just the thought causes an ache between my thighs.
Smiling, I get to my feet and grabbing each clothing pile in turn, place them onto the bed before I move over to Garrett’s room.
When I catch sight of the huge bed in the center of the room it makes my heart pound. It has leaves and branches carved around the base with a matching headboard. The bedding is plain in an olive green color with white pillows. There are two wing-backed chairs set out near one of the windows with a small coffee table between. A dressing table with the same carved design sits to one side, but lacks much of anything else, other than a ceramic dish that looks to be holding loose change.
It’s a beautiful room and I’m not all that sure I should put anything of mine in here. It would be out of place, although, I’m not even sure where anything would go. I pad over to another door and opening it, find Garrett’s closet, which is large. It has a round sofa banquette in the middle of the room in a deep green velvet. One side of the room holds Garrett’s clothes: shirts, slacks, jeans, T-shirts, long-sleeved T-shirts, shoes, boots, and sneakers. They look slightly squashed together, which makes me wonder if he’s moved everything from the other side for me because that’s empty.
I feel almost giddy as I pull my cell from the waist of my leggings and let my finger hover over the call button for Garrett. I don’t want to disturb him but at the same time I really want to hear his voice especially when I ask about the closet.
Before I can change my mind, I drop my thumb to the call button and it rings once before he answers.
“Sirena, everything okay?” he asks just before I hear him excusing himself.
“It is now, but I’ve interrupted you.”