And I still stand by what I said on Sunday. I am too good for him with the way he is at the moment, and I won’t share, and money means nothing to me at all.
He needs to step up or step away.
The security buzzer sounds, and my stomach dances in excitement.
“Hello.”
“Uber Eats.” I hear his velvety voice.
I smile broadly. “What have you got for me?”
“Italian sausage.”
“Hmm,” I tease. “Are you going to drug my sausage and take advantage of my body after I fall unconscious?”
“Undoubtedly.”
I smile and push the button to let him up, and then I begin to pace as I wave my arms around in the air.
Play it cool . . . play it cool . . . play it cool.
Knock, knock. I open the door in a rush, and there he stands, gray shirt and black jeans . . . blazing blue eyes. A slow, sexy smile crosses h
