Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
The way he teases me has me reaching over to slap his arm. “Don’t make fun of me. I probably was smiling. I told you I enjoy this kind of thing.”
He nods, takes another bite, and when he swallows it, he points at the computer. “I can’t wait to see what you’re working on.”
I drop the fork and clap my hands together excitedly. This is the opening I’ve been waiting for. I grab the laptop and open it before setting it between Hudson and me on the island. “Okay, this is the bedroom.”
He points at it, looks toward his bedroom, and then back at the computer. “This is my bedroom?”
I laugh. “I know. This app lets me place everything in it. So tell me if there’s anything you don’t like. We can change anything, but this is a good way to see what the rooms are going to look like before we order anything.”
He’s still stunned. “I mean, I’ve seen blueprints and apps similar to this in the military, but I didn’t realize they had things like this for just anyone.”
I lean against the island. “I know. It’s amazing the way technology has advanced everything. This is actually the first time I’ve used the app, but it was pretty easy….”
My voice trails off when I notice that Hudson is staring at the image on the computer. “Is that it? Did you do the bathroom and the closet?”
My stomach drops. Does this mean he likes it or he hates it? “Yeah, yeah, I did them both. The bathroom was pretty simple.” I bring it up in a separate window and then open the closet. “Now, this will have to be built, since it comes in pieces, but I can do it.”
He rears back in surprise. “You can build that?”
I nod and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I can.”
He waves his hand across the laptop. “It’s perfect. Order it all. I don’t want you to change a thing.”
My mouth drops open. “Hudson! You don’t even know what it costs.”
“I want it exactly how you designed it.”
Stunned, all I can do is stare at him. “Are you serious right now?”
He nods. “Do you like it? Is there anything you would change?”
I look at the screen and the three minimized windows that show the bedroom, bathroom, and closet. “No, but….”
He leans up, takes his wallet out of his back pocket, and pulls out a credit card. “Hold on to that and order everything you need.”
He’s holding the black credit card out to me, but I don’t reach for it. “I’m not taking your credit card.”
“Yeah you are. This is the best way to do this. If I’m not available or something, you can just go ahead and order whatever you need.”
When I still hold back, he leans forward, grabs my hand, puts the card in my palm, and closes my fingers around it. “Please do this for me, Ellie. I’m excited to see what you do with the house.”
He’s sincere. It’s obvious he likes what I’ve done. I can go ahead and order everything and wait until it’s all set up before I order anything else in case he changes his mind. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
He nods and reaches for the cake. “Great. Let’s eat.”
“You go ahead. I’m going to get this order in. I mean, unless you want to think about it some more.”
He takes a bite of the cake and swallows it with a moan. “Fuck, that’s as good as I remember. No, go ahead and do it.”
I click the button to add the pieces to the cart. The total sends a little shock through me, and I point at it before I click the submit button. He looks at the number on the screen and doesn’t flinch at all. “Do it, honey. Then you can enjoy this cake with me.”
I hit submit and wait for it to say the order is complete before closing the laptop. I don’t even have to ask and Hudson is putting the piece of cake in front of me. “I shouldn’t be eating this, but I can’t resist this cake.”
He leans toward me. “You do know it has our Cinnamon Blaze Whiskey in it, right?”
I slam my hand on the countertop. “It does not.”
He laughs and nods his head. “It absolutely does. The alcohol is cooked, so it’s not going to affect you or anything, but yeah, it’s in there.”
I take another bite, and the cinnamon taste that I’ve come to love hits my tongue. I chew it and swallow it with a moan. “How did I not know that?”
He doesn’t answer me. He’s watching me closely, staring at my mouth. I lick my lips, and he groans.
I wipe at my lips. “What? Do I have something on me?”
He shakes his head. “No, you’re perfect.”