Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Oh, it seems Parker is not messing around. I remember when your father and I were young. The memories… What are you wearing?” I go back in my closet, looking for the perfect shoes. This conversation is going to take a while, so I put her on speaker phone.
“The black dress you bought me two years ago, the long-sleeved lace overlay that hits mid-thigh,” I jog her memory. She is always out shopping. It’s not my idea of fun, plus, like I said, re-wearing dresses doesn’t bother me. It’s the others who try to make something out of nothing.
“Finally. You’ve yet to wear that, and it’s perfect on you. The black heels you have, they buckle around your ankle. Keep hair down, in either a sleek straight look or soft waves. Top it off with a dramatic eye and nude lips.” See what I mean? Even before I ask for advice, Mom knows.
“Thank you. That was my next question. I’ve got to jump in the shower, scrub my hair and shave. There wasn’t a whole lot of time for me to take care of all the areas while I was at Parker’s house.” Yes, we have that relationship. One where I overshare, and she thinks nothing of it.
“Oh, dear, my suggestion is the waves. It’s faster than blowing it dry and having to flat iron all those layers of hair you have. Do you know where you’re going?”
“Emilio’s.” I tried to explain to Parker that I didn’t care where we went. A stroll around Central Park while eating a hot dog from a cart would be fine with me. Of course, he went into this long rant, saying it wouldn’t do for a first date, that was for a Sunday afternoon stroll, not dinner.
“Wow. Well, I’ll make sure your father and I stay away from there tonight. It does make one wonder if he did his research, or did you tell him Emilio’s is your one birthday present you request a year?” I love Italian food, any and all. My parents go to Emilio’s once a month. Both of them hating to cook now that it’s just the two of them. As for me, it’s a treat, mostly because I’m out on my own and can’t afford it, but also, overindulging would mean I’d need to do more cardio than I already do at work, and that is something I’m highly allergic to.
“He asked earlier this week where my favorite place to eat was. I had no idea he’d make reservations.” One thing I’m learning about Parker is to expect the unexpected.
“Smart man. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. What they don’t realize is, the way to a woman’s heart is to listen with open ears.”
“Wise wisdom. Also, I didn’t get to tell you, but I kind of sort of met Ezra, who is like his brother, and almost his mom.” I go into detail about the incident, being embarrassed and how Parker wasn’t mad that I jumped to conclusions. That also means his mom is in the city this weekend, staying with Ezra until tomorrow, when she’ll go to Parker’s, and he wants me to meet her.
We continue our conversation with Mom pouring herself a glass of wine and me lying on my bed giggling as we talk. As soon as this phone call is over, I’m going to be moving and grooving. Waiting till the last minute to get ready while catching up with my mom is going to put me behind. Hopefully, Parker won’t mind. A girl needs to decompress after all the wild sex we’ve have the past twenty-four hours.
“Alright, Mom. I’ve got to get ready. I’ll call you tomorrow or send you a text. Which reminds me, I still need to text Millie.” She checked in a few times, and I responded. Apparently, whatever she had was ten times worse than what I suffered, so maybe it was something completely different. Either way, I’m going to carve out time for her.
“Okay, have fun. Love you, honey,” Mom says.
“Love you, too. Stay away from Emilio’s tonight, please. I promise you’ll meet Parker soon.”
“I promise, and yes, make that happen soon.” We hang up the phone, and then I’m getting my butt off the bed to get ready, starting with a shower.
EIGHTEEN
Parker
I punch the code into the elevator access panel in Nessa’s building, the same one you use for her door. I didn’t bother to call or text her that I’m here, albeit a bit early. Once Vanessa left my house, everything became too quiet, too empty, and I found I was not a fan of it. The fact that I’d missed a solid week of work, choosing to finish out my week at home instead of heading into the office seemed like the right idea. That might change if Nessa doesn’t go home with me tonight. My mind kept wandering back to earlier this morning, waking up with Vanessa in my arms, not a stitch of clothing between us. It didn’t take much to lift her leg on top of my thigh, spreading her open and sliding in. She was yet to be fully awake. That didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to take advantage, and take advantage is exactly what I did. Fucking Vanessa lazily until she was awake, on the brink of coming, my hand full of her tit as I pinched her nipple, her body arching before finally crashing over the edge. Only then did I pull out. I hated that I was losing her heat, wanting to come inside her, but birth control was yet to be talked about, and no way was I taking the option away from her.