Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

Chapter Four

Karrie

I’m ranting and raving and the only thing I can think of is his two strong arms he’s showing me. Well, from the elbow down. His sleeves are rolled up and the way his hands lie on his hips, I want to jump on him, wrap my legs around him, and kiss the ever loving fuck out of him. But he made me so mad. Give me a shopping list, a fucking shopping list.

“Let’s get something straight, as you must not know the difference between a chaperone and a PA.” I continue my rant from before. “Do you have a computer?” I ask him, watching his eyes fixate on my lips, making me self-conscious, making me lick them even more. When he doesn’t answer me, I wave my hand in front of his face. “Hello, computer?”

When he just smirks at me I’m about to pull my hair out. “You need to chill, babe.”

Babe? Did he just tell me to chill and then followed it with a babe? I flip my hand to the side.

“Go change. We’ll go for a walk and you can show me where to get groceries and stuff.” He then looks at his watch. “It’s almost dinner time anyway, so maybe we can eat out?” He walks past me, going back down the stairs to grab his bag and then running up the stairs, throwing his bag down in the corner. “Babe, change, yeah.”

I’m standing here with my mouth hanging open in utter disbelief that he would ignore all the huffing and puffing I just did and follow it up with babe. “Three seconds. Two—” He stops counting so I can ask him.

“What happens at one?” Shoot me, I’m curious.

“I get naked,” he says, pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoning them. “Two.”

I turn, darting out of the room. “I’m going to change,” I say, running into my room, shutting the door. I have to walk through my closet before I reach my bedroom, which is in the back of the house. Quiet, peaceful, serene, that’s what I told the decorator and she didn’t disappoint. My huge king-sized bed sits against the white wall. The covers are white, cushiony, and thick like a cloud. All you want to do is sink into it. The gold throw pillows light up the room. I don’t have any furniture except two side tables with two lamps. I hear a knock on my door and I’m about to tell him to come in, but he’s already walking in.

“Jesus, I thought my sisters had big closets. They would vacation in yours.” He looks around. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

I look back at him and he’s wearing black running pants and a white T-shirt with the team’s logo in the corner. A torn up baseball cap on his head.

“You can’t just barge into my room,” I tell him. “What if I was naked?” I put my hand to my chest to maybe hide the fact that my heart is beating so hard he might see it almost come out of my chest.

“One can only hope.” Is all he says, going to the bed and sitting on it. “Babe, go change. I’m starving.”

“Okay, we need to discuss a couple of things.” I look at him. “Perhaps go over a couple of ground rules.” I’m about to continue when he puts his hand up.

“Can we do this while we eat? My stomach is eating itself at this point.”

“Unbelievable!” I yell, walking back into my closet, slamming yet another door. I grab my yoga pants off the shelf and tug them on so fast I almost get my foot caught and fall over with my ass in the air. I grab a T-shirt, the whole time grumbling, “Such an asshole.” I put my T-shirt on. “Bossing me around, hungry, hungry. I’ll show him hungry.” I rip my sweater off the hanger, zipping it up, opening the door to find him still sitting on my bed while he watches something on his phone.

“Ready?” he asks, getting up. He walks past me, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. I try my best to pull my hand from his, but he refuses to budge. He stops by the stairs, looking at the stairs that go up. “I guess that’s where my bathroom is?”

I nod, looking down at my hand in his. His hand is tanned compared to mine, which is pale. “See, not too far.” I shake my head, too, finally pulling my hand free to walk down the stairs where I go and get my sneakers on. “Ready?”

He nods while I get the keys, putting them in my pocket after locking the door.

We walk down the street lined with trees that are slowly turning from green to yellow and orange. It’s still mild outside for the beginning of October. Some houses even have Halloween decorations out. I take the phone out of my pocket and make a note to order some online.