Built For Love

Built For Love Chapter 9

While it’s breathtaking, nothing hangs on the

walls. There isn’t much furniture either. It doesn’t give you that warm and fuzzy feeling that a home should

“Nope.” “You like things simple?”

“I wouldn't say that. I can build of course, but I know s**t about

decorating, and this is a family home so I’m just waiting.” “Waiting for what?” “My wife.” I stare at him. Did he really just say that? “Then don’t you think I really shouldn't stay here? Maybe this wife you get won’t like that you had other women in your forever home?” I know I wouldn't.

“Probably not. Besides my sister and mom, you’re the only one who’s

been here that’s a woman.”

“See? Then I really shouldn't stay here.” “But this is work related. You want the job, don’t you? If you’re here I figure you’ll be able to get it done faster. The quicker it’s done the faster you get paid.” I bite the tip of my thumb thinking. Abel just stares at me. He’s always staring at me.

A loud meow has me turning my head to see a fluffy white kitten

coming into the kitchen. Abel bends down and picks the cat up into his

arms, flipping it on its back to cradle it like a baby as he scratches the cat’s stomach. It purrs loudly as he continues to pet it. “You have a kitten?” I’ve always wanted a cat but didn't think it would be fair. I can barely manage to keep myself afloat. The cute little white fluffball can’t be more than six months old. “I’m not sure if I have him or he has me, to be honest.” He smirks. I didn't think he could get any more handsome. I was wrong. Very wrong. “Staying here means you can play with Bear anytime you want. Did I mention I cook?” “You’re really selling this.”

“Is it working?” Yes “What if we see how tonight goes? It’s already getting late.” I inch over closer toward Abel and the kitten. My fingers itch to pet the little fella.

“We can do that.” Able takes a step toward me. “You can pet him.” I

reach out and run my hand across his tummy. He lets out a loud purr,

making me laugh. “Okay I’ll stay,” I agree. One night isn’t going to hurt me. I mean, he promised me dinner, I’m in a beautiful home with a handsome man, and there’s a kitten. Give me a break. One night is not going to kill me. I hope.