Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
If this is all it takes to get that look on her face, then I’m going to let her buy every stick of furniture in this whole damn house.
Chapter 5
Robin
“I like this one.” I bite my lip as Anderson leans closer to me and looks over my shoulder. I can feel his breath against my neck. “It’s too much, though.”
The website he pulled up only has top-of-the-line stuff. It’s way over anything I’ve ever even glanced at, though it’s all beautiful.
“Does it come in a king?” he asks, ignoring another one of my comments about the price.
“It does, but I don’t think I need a king,” I laugh. “I sleep on a twin right now.”
He hums. “The room is big. I think a king will be perfect.” My hand pauses before clicking the add-to-cart button when I swear I can feel his breath on my neck. “Make sure you get everything that goes with it.”
I swallow and nod, unsure of what else to do. What I really want to do is turn my head and brush my lips against his, but that’s wrong on so many levels. He’s my boss and I’m sure I should try and keep this professional. Right?
My new bedroom is going to be a dream, but everything about today feels that way.
When I finally get up the nerve to turn my head to look at him, his green eyes lock with mine. My mouth opens a little and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips. He stares at me for a moment as if he didn’t realize I was so close. The tension is so thick I can almost taste it, but all I do is stare as he leans down and I close my eyes.
The baby monitor screeches to life and a cry fills the room. I jerk back as my eyes fly open and I jump up from the couch.
“I’ll get it.” We both get up, and I nearly knock him over as my body collides against his.
“Finish the order,” he tells me as he pulls out his wallet and places a credit card next to the computer. He stares at me for a moment before he turns to leave.
I plop back down on the couch in shock. I can’t believe what almost happened. I groan and close my eyes. I need to get it together because that can’t happen again.
I pick up the credit card and stare at the black American Express. Jesus, doesn’t someone have to be super rich to have one of these things? Not that I would know. All I have is a debit card because Ma says credits cards are evil.
I click the rest of the items I added to the cart and try not to look at the total as I start to check out.
“Look at my sweet baby girl,” I hear come from the baby monitor. “Did you have a good nap sweetheart?”
My heart melts listening to him talk to her. He also took my breath when he told me how Charlotte had been his since he’d laid eyes on her. Some people might have seen her as a burden or maybe not take her at all, but not Anderson. It shows me what kind of man he is and that’s the staying kind.
My mind wanders back to when he was telling me about it before. She was mine the first time I saw her. I’ve never had that happen before. I sure didn’t think it could happen twice. He’d said twice, and I don’t know what he meant by that. For a moment it felt as if he was talking about me, but the spell had been broken when the doorbell rang. It has to be my mind messing with me because I’m longing for something that isn't mine.
I get up and glance at the clock, noticing it’s getting closer to dinner time. I should see what he has and if I can pull something together to eat. I’m also guessing he’s going to need a bottle for Charlotte after he’s done changing her.
I make my way into the kitchen and find what I need. I make a bottle and just as I finish Anderson comes into the kitchen with Charlotte in his arms.
“I made this,” I tell him and hand the bottle to him.
“Thanks,” he says as he smiles at me and then sits down to feed her.
“I was thinking about making us something to eat for dinner,” I suggest as my eyes travel between him and Baby Charlotte. My ovaries are throbbing at the sight of them. Could they be any cuter?
“That sounds amazing. I’m not the best cook, and you can’t really order takeout around here,” he jokes.
“Well, you’re in for a treat. I love to cook and my ma has taught me all her recipes.” I smile at him as I push away from the counter and look through his pantry.