don’t have to think about making conversation.
I just want my bed.
The bed that will be extra cold tonight without James.
Ugh, surely I can survive one night without him?
He moves a lock of hair away from my face and I sway, my cheek moving to follow his hand and rub itself against it.
Since when did I purr like a cat, too?
“Tell me why I have to sleep without a beautiful woman in my bed, again?”
I put my arms around his neck and stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“My mother needs some bonding time. She’s gone from seeing me every day to seeing me a couple of times a week, and that’s only in passing. I feel like I’m just using her house, my home, like a hotel these days.”
“Yeah I get it.” He sighs, “Pick you up tomorrow night?”
“You bet. We’ll be back by six, so give me an hour to get ready.”
“Nope.” He grins. “You get half an hour. I’ll be here at half six.”
I roll my eyes and pout out a fine before kissing him again and walking inside; there’s no use arguing.
The house is dark, and when I shut the door, I hear him pull away. I’ve still got his jacket so I get ready for bed then pull it into the bed with me, resting my hand on it. I duck my nose and sniff and let his scent wrap round me in a warm and comforting embrace.
Just as I’m drifting off, my phone beeps. The light from the screen directs me to it in the dark.
My beds cold without u. Don’t like this arrangement. U need to move in wit me. x
I grin and burrow into the pillow as I type out my reply. He’s mentioned moving in together a few times before. I keep saying no, but it’s more to do with my mum than not wanting to. I guess I’ll find out how she’s getting on tomorrow.
No. Again! But my bed’s cold too. I have your jacket wrapped round me. x
Was that just a bit too creepy to mention? Oops. The reply comes quickly.
Never been more jealous of a damn coat! And I’m not giving up. You’ll succumb to my charm eventually ;-)
We’ll see. Night baby. X
Sweet dreams, beautiful x
Chapter Two
James
Waking up to an empty house for the third day in a row gets my morning off to an irritatingly crappy start and knowing my girl isn’t even in the same county now makes it even worse. She’s gone up to Manchester to meet with the shop-fitters again. But today I’ve got a meeting with a well-known architect, Seb Burrows. I’ve worked with him plenty of times before and consider him a good friend, so hopefully that will pull me out of the stupid funk I’m in.
I’ve driven halfway between Stamford and London to discuss our pitch for what could be the biggest project I’ve worked on so far, if it all goes to plan. A five star hotel chain from the U.S are looking for a British company to design their first hotel here in the UK.
“Well, if it isn’t Breakthrough Talent of the Year! Please Sir, can I have your autograph?”
Seb raises his voice, looking at me with excited eyes and holding out a pen and napkin. I’ve just walked through the lobby bar of the posh hotel he’s staying at and I cringe inside as people turn their heads to try and work out if I’m really someone worth having an autograph from. I cringe even more when they turn back round, deciding I’m not that interesting.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, you fucker. Sit down.”
He chuckles and slumps back into the club chair. I loosen my tie, and then pull it off and open the top button on my shirt so I can breathe easier. I’ve just come from a meeting with the owner of a restaurant I’m refurbishing. I feel like my life has been one long meeting lately. Hopefully if we get this deal, I can be much more hands on. I’ll have to be. Because I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of making it a success; it could skyrocket my company.
I set up my laptop on the table and the young waiter comes over in a hurry, looking out of breath and flustered. I look around and notice that the bar is
I just want my bed.
The bed that will be extra cold tonight without James.
Ugh, surely I can survive one night without him?
He moves a lock of hair away from my face and I sway, my cheek moving to follow his hand and rub itself against it.
Since when did I purr like a cat, too?
“Tell me why I have to sleep without a beautiful woman in my bed, again?”
I put my arms around his neck and stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“My mother needs some bonding time. She’s gone from seeing me every day to seeing me a couple of times a week, and that’s only in passing. I feel like I’m just using her house, my home, like a hotel these days.”
“Yeah I get it.” He sighs, “Pick you up tomorrow night?”
“You bet. We’ll be back by six, so give me an hour to get ready.”
“Nope.” He grins. “You get half an hour. I’ll be here at half six.”
I roll my eyes and pout out a fine before kissing him again and walking inside; there’s no use arguing.
The house is dark, and when I shut the door, I hear him pull away. I’ve still got his jacket so I get ready for bed then pull it into the bed with me, resting my hand on it. I duck my nose and sniff and let his scent wrap round me in a warm and comforting embrace.
Just as I’m drifting off, my phone beeps. The light from the screen directs me to it in the dark.
My beds cold without u. Don’t like this arrangement. U need to move in wit me. x
I grin and burrow into the pillow as I type out my reply. He’s mentioned moving in together a few times before. I keep saying no, but it’s more to do with my mum than not wanting to. I guess I’ll find out how she’s getting on tomorrow.
No. Again! But my bed’s cold too. I have your jacket wrapped round me. x
Was that just a bit too creepy to mention? Oops. The reply comes quickly.
Never been more jealous of a damn coat! And I’m not giving up. You’ll succumb to my charm eventually ;-)
We’ll see. Night baby. X
Sweet dreams, beautiful x
Chapter Two
James
Waking up to an empty house for the third day in a row gets my morning off to an irritatingly crappy start and knowing my girl isn’t even in the same county now makes it even worse. She’s gone up to Manchester to meet with the shop-fitters again. But today I’ve got a meeting with a well-known architect, Seb Burrows. I’ve worked with him plenty of times before and consider him a good friend, so hopefully that will pull me out of the stupid funk I’m in.
I’ve driven halfway between Stamford and London to discuss our pitch for what could be the biggest project I’ve worked on so far, if it all goes to plan. A five star hotel chain from the U.S are looking for a British company to design their first hotel here in the UK.
“Well, if it isn’t Breakthrough Talent of the Year! Please Sir, can I have your autograph?”
Seb raises his voice, looking at me with excited eyes and holding out a pen and napkin. I’ve just walked through the lobby bar of the posh hotel he’s staying at and I cringe inside as people turn their heads to try and work out if I’m really someone worth having an autograph from. I cringe even more when they turn back round, deciding I’m not that interesting.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, you fucker. Sit down.”
He chuckles and slumps back into the club chair. I loosen my tie, and then pull it off and open the top button on my shirt so I can breathe easier. I’ve just come from a meeting with the owner of a restaurant I’m refurbishing. I feel like my life has been one long meeting lately. Hopefully if we get this deal, I can be much more hands on. I’ll have to be. Because I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of making it a success; it could skyrocket my company.
I set up my laptop on the table and the young waiter comes over in a hurry, looking out of breath and flustered. I look around and notice that the bar is
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