Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, Travis, what is all this?”
Caitlin holds up a ream of fabric and I grin.
“Our conversation got me thinking. While we were at the restaurant, I texted a concierge service I belong to. I had the Medina fabric store send over some fabric and a sewing machine. That’s all.”
Cait’s eyes go wide.
“Oh my God, you did this while we were at the restaurant?”
I grin and nod.
“Yep, while you were in the restroom.”
Cait merely shakes her head in wonder.
“You didn’t have to do this, Travis, and so soon too! I didn’t even know same-day delivery worked this fast!”
I merely shake my head again.
“No, it’s not same-day delivery, sweetheart. This is a special concierge service, so I pay a high price to get what I need within the hour. It costs a fortune, but seeing your happy expression is totally worth it.”
She merely digs through the packaging again before standing up and shooting me a knowing smile.
“Goodness, I thought you’d get me an old sewing machine, something I could fiddle with using the few clothes I brought with me. But this machine is brand new, Travis. It must have cost a fortune.”
I merely shrug and grin again.
“You deserve it, Caitlin. I want to see your dreams come true.”
She bites her lip. “To be honest, I’m still not sure about my future, but I promise I’ll put this equipment to good use. I’ve never had a brand new sewing machine before, and it’s exciting because it has all the bells and whistles, including a magnetic seam guide and a slip reduction mat. Holy cow! This is top of the line, and I’ve never had anything close to this nice. Even the one Dad got me way back when was from a thrift shop.”
My heart clenches a little, hearing about her past. But Cait doesn’t realize and continues to gush.
“I can’t believe I have a sewing machine that won’t break all the time. No Fiona to tamper with it, and it’s not one of those ancient models I used at school. I can’t possibly thank you enough for this.”
I take her hand.
“It’s nothing. I hope you’ll make something for me.”
She blushes. “Oh, not a chance. I’m not nearly good enough for that. Men’s clothes are actually very tricky. They look simple, but sometimes they can be more difficult to put together than women’s garments.”
I don’t believe that for a second.
“Are you sure, honey?”
She laughs. “I know you were impressed by my drawings the other day, but I’ve only ever designed for women, I swear. I don’t know the first thing about making something for a man.”
I smile and chuck her under the chin.
“It doesn’t have to be anything major. I saw some drawings of button up shirts you did for women. Why not transform them into men’s shirts and make me one of those?”
Caitlin thinks for a second. “I suppose it wouldn’t be that difficult, but I’ll need your measurements. After I’ve practiced a bit on this machine, of course. I can’t go in cold.”
I smile.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
Caitlin smiles up at me. “Good. I’d love to make you something, Travis, and I hope it turns out well. Of course, you don’t have to wear it if you hate it. It could be awful.”
I shake my head.
“You’re underestimating yourself, sweetheart. You’ve been sewing since you were a kid, and I have no doubt it’ll be amazing, especially with this new gadget,” I say while patting the sewing machine.
Cait smiles and continues to look through the fabrics I had sent over. Her eyes are bright and her manner assured. Clearly, my girl is humble but she knows what she’s doing.
Then the curvy girl stands, and brushes herself off.
“Thank you again, Travis. I’m going to be saying thank you for months, probably,” she says with an impish smile.
“You don’t need to. The shirt will be thank you enough. But can I get a kiss, honey? That would make my day.”
Caitlin’s eyes go wide because although she’s already been here a little over a day, I haven’t touched her yet. We had a spicy interlude in my study when she first arrived, but I haven’t put my foot to the pedal yet. Now, the time has come.
Slowly, she leans in and my lips brush hers. She’s still for a moment before stepping a bit closer and tentatively putting her hands on my back.
“Wind your arms around my neck, sweetheart,” I growl against her mouth. “Let me feel those big breasts against my chest.”
Cait moans a bit, but she obeys, and this time, I kiss her hard and passionately. Oh shit, she’s so gorgeous and I’ve crave her so much. I need this woman, and I need her now.
“Take off your clothes, honey,” I say gruffly.
“What?” she asks, her voice dazed. “Right here?”
“Yes, baby. It’s happening, and I need to see those lovely curves.”