Tempt The Playboy (Tempt 2)

Hope your day is as beautiful as you.

Noah

I shake my head, smiling to myself. “Well then?” Stephanie says. “Who is this mystery man?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Just someone I went on a date with.” I turn my head, trying not to make eye contact with her. “It was nothing.”

Her eyes close a bit, not saying a word.

“What?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, smirking at me. “Nothing.”

I turn to walk away and slam into one of the men who just left my yoga class.

“Sorry, Kaleigh, I was texting and didn’t see you,” Richard says.

“It was my fault.” I nod at him and walk to the relaxation room, taking out my phone and pulling up our text thread.

Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful.

I press send and put my phone away, laying my head back on the back of the couch. My eyes close while I start my breathing, getting me back to center.

The music of the waves clears my mind, but instead of just happy thoughts all I can see is Noah and his blue eyes. His sculpted chest and his cock. Front and center. I’ve always been able to meditate. I’ve always blocked everything out, but for some reason I can’t get him out of my mind.

I’m about to take my phone out and text him back. Tell him that I lied and I’m not busy tonight when Stephanie comes in. “You have another delivery.” She smiles, giving me the card, but it says the same thing as the first one. I get up, going to the desk, the aroma of flowers hitting me right away. “Holy shit.” I take in another four dozen that have arrived. “It’s a good thing I’m leaving. Help me load the car, will you.” I grab my keys and head out to my car, carrying two bouquets. “It’s going to take us four trips,” Stephanie says as she opens the door and places the flowers in the back.

It actually takes us three trips and a half. By the time I get into my car the smell of roses hits me right away. I open the windows to get some circulation before I faint from the smell.

Getting home, it takes me six trips to the car before I finally bring in the last of the roses. I tried to place them strategically as to not bring attention to them, but unless you’re blind and have lost your sense of smell I can’t hide this shit. I bring two bouquets upstairs, setting one in Lauren’s room and one in mine. My phone beeps letting me know that the bus will be here any minute. I walk outside, sitting on one of the Adirondack chairs that Lauren set up. It doesn’t take long before the yellow bus comes down the road, stopping right in front, letting the kids bounce off.

“Aunt Kay, Aunt Kay, I got an A on spelling.” Rachel runs to me, her test in her hand, her backpack going up and down over her head.

“Did you, now? Let me see.” I grab the paper. “You know what this means? Ice cream!” I throw my hands in the air while Rachel scrunches up her face. “What’s that face?”

“Can we have normal people ice cream?” she asks with her head tilted to the side.

“My ice cream is normal people ice cream,” I say, tapping her nose while Gabe comes up to us. “Gabe, didn’t you like the vegan ice cream you tasted yesterday?” I ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders.

“See?” I get up, taking Rachel’s hand. “But if you want I can get you the ‘normal’ ice cream,” I say as she squeals with glee.

She unloads her school bag at the table, taking in a bouquet on the table, then another on the kitchen counter, and another in the living room. “Why do we have all this?” She points at all the flowers.

“Um, um.” I try to come up with the words. “Who wants ice cream?” I throw my hands up, grabbing the cones and their ‘normal’ ice cream while I pretend she didn’t ask me that question. It doesn’t take much to make her veer off her question. Gabe doesn’t even make a second glance at the flowers. Instead, he grabs a cone and shouts that he’s going to the neighbor’s house.

“Be back by five so your mom doesn’t think I forgot about you!” I yell to the door slamming.

And he is in fact back by five as soon as Lauren rolls the minivan into the driveway.

Once she turns off the car, Rachel runs outside. “Momma, I get excellent in spelling. Aunty Kay gave me normal ice cream,” she says, jumping into Lauren’s arms.

“Did she, now, before dinner?” She kisses her nose, walking to the front door.

“Hey, Mom,” Gabe says from the kitchen where he is drinking a tall glass of water, his hands almost black.