30. Rosie
30
ROSIE
A t some point after the most romantic bath date turned into watching a movie in bed, I must have fallen asleep curled up against Daniel. A night in the country, then a whole day of lots more hot sex and a full belly of delicious Japanese food and champagne and I couldn’t fight the exhaustion anymore. It was one of the best dates, that wasn’t really a date, I’ve ever had. I’m going to have to watch myself because if he keeps spoiling me like he does, I’m going to fall for this man hook, line, and sinker, and I don’t know if my heart can handle that.
Daniel’s arm is wrapped around me as he clutches my breast in his sleep. I can feel his morning wood against my ass, and I sneakily rub myself against it, liking the way his hardness feels against my skin.
“Unless you want another round, Rosie, which I’m most certainly up for, I would not tease it like that,” Daniel says sleepily. I still, I thought he was asleep. Daniel nuzzles my neck and pulls me against his front tightly showing me just how happy he is that I’m in his bed. But I’m so snuggly that I fall asleep before I get a chance to jump him again.
“What would you like to do today? Besides spending the day in bed together, as much as I hate to say this, my dick needs a break.” Daniel chuckles. “Maybe go shopping for the country house.”
My eyes light up. “You want to go house shopping, again?”
Daniel rolls his eyes but smiles. “Yes, I had fun last time.” I did, too, until my anxiety kicked in and I had a panic attack. “This way I can sign off on your purchases. I know the thought of picking something I don’t like is stressing you. At least this way you know I’ve chosen some of the things and all the rest is you.”
Why is this sweet? “I can deal with that. And the budget?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. If it’s nice I’ll buy it.”
This is even better, no budget. Best weekend ever.
We spend the day traipsing through town, exploring Oxford Street, Regent Street, and Piccadilly. The kitchen is complete. We bought cutlery, serving ware–everyday plates and bowls, as well as stunning formal options, and platters of all sizes for entertaining. We also bought pool-safe serving options. No one wants glass in the pool or spa. We bought linens, a coffee machine, juicers, and every single bakeware option and it had to be French. Barstools for the kitchen counter were also found. Then we moved on to outdoor furniture, throws, cushions, and side tables, etc. Even found some oversized Connect Four, Jenga, Chess, and Cornhole for the garden beside the pool. I may have even insisted on pool accessories like pool floats, and he even found one that was a Rosé bottle that he insisted on buying as it reminded him of me. Which was cute.
We found the most gorgeous bar accessories, made from leather and titanium, very masculine. Then I insisted on buying every single manner of cocktail glasses as well as some gorgeous accessories and crystal decanters. Soft furnishings for the bedrooms and linens for the bathrooms were also purchased, he’s just missing the larger furniture pieces which I know I can get tomorrow when my suppliers open. All the items we were able to get delivered, all on the one day, so I’m going to go down and set up what I can with my team while we wait for the bigger items, which we are going to sit down tonight and finalize.
As if the day couldn’t get any more magical, he took me clothes shopping. I was dead against this when he hauled me into the first designer store where he made me try on a gorgeous dress that was way too expensive. But when I came out, I saw the hunger and need in his eyes as I paraded in front of him, he then pressed himself against me, showing me just how hard he was from watching me dress for him. I kind of continued, telling him to pick whatever he wanted for me, it was like prolonged foreplay. He went a little crazy or was horny with the number of things that he bought. We couldn’t carry all the items home, so he’s arranged for them to be delivered to my flat Monday night. Apparently, when you’re that rich and spend that amount of money, designers hand deliver your items to you whenever you want them for no extra charge. Mind-blowing. By the time we got home, Daniel was ravenous and pushed me up against the front foyer and had his way with me. He couldn’t wait any longer, and honestly, neither could I.
Now we are showered and relaxing with takeout, watching nothing much on the TV, while snuggled up on the couch as if we do this regularly. It’s strange how after such a short time, it feels normal for me to be walking around his home, for him to reach out and touch me while he cooks dinner.
“If I haven’t said it, thanks for today, I had fun. I do feel bad that you spent all that money on me though. You went a little crazy at the shops. I never expected it,” I say, turning his large hand over in mine, staring at the contrast of his tanned skin against the paleness of mine.
“It made you happy and it certainly made me happy.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my head.
“Just so you know, I don’t expect you to spend money on me like that.”
“I know, that’s why I did it because you would never have asked nor thought you were entitled to it. Honestly, I think you had more fun spending money on things for my home than items for yourself.”
“Homewares get me hot,” I joke.
“Noted.” I can hear the playfulness in his voice. “Remind me tomorrow to give you a spare key for the cottage so you can do your thing down there or if for whenever you need it.”
“Thanks. Wednesday, I’ll take the team down and we should have it knocked over in a couple of hours.”
“Am I allowed to organize a car for you and the girls?” he asks.
“Yes, that’s fine. It’s work.”
“That makes me happy,” he says, leaning over and kissing me again. “I don’t want this weekend to end.”
“Me either,” I confess.
He moves me so we are looking at each other. “You’re going to be busy this week, so I won’t see you till the weekend. And even then, I won’t be able to touch you.” He pouts.
“Maybe the week after? I’ll check my schedule.”
“This sucks. I’ve liked having you in my space, and I know tomorrow, this home is going to feel empty without you in it. That I’m going to spend this next week staring at every corner of my home and remembering all the wicked things I’ve done to you there. You make me laugh. I could listen to you talk about cushions for hours because you’re so passionate about them. You genuinely listen to me when I talk about my art and are eager to learn more. The way you try not to take life so seriously while reminding me how spoilt I am. You bring me down to earth, make me try new things like spotted dick,” he says, which makes me smile. “I want to show you the world, I want to experience everything it has to offer through your eyes.” That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, and a tear slides down my cheek. “Hey, now, no need for tears,” he says, swiping them away.
“They are happy ones,” I tell him.
“Good, because you make me happy, Rosie,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me softly. “I hope I make you happy, too.”
“You do.” I sniffle. “I ask one thing though.”
“Anything,” Daniel says.
“Please, don’t fall for me. I can’t offer you more,” I tell him.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
I wish I could tell him about Dubai, but Ivy has asked me to keep it a secret. They are friends so if she wanted him to know, he would.
“I’m not looking for more,” I tell him honestly and he looks surprised by that.
“Why?”
“Like I’ve said, my career comes first, I’m still building it. And I’ve found in the past that guys I’ve dated don’t like it when I am working long hours,” I explain.
“You know you’re talking to a workaholic here. No one knows what the future holds,” he says.
“Exactly, who knows, maybe I might be offered a dream job overseas.”
Daniel stills. Shit. Have I said too much? Does he know about Dubai? “Are you looking for another job?”
“Oh no, I love Ivy. I’m just saying, look at Ava, she got an opportunity to work in the New York office and wham bam she was there a couple of weeks later.”
Daniel nods, I hope understanding what I’m saying.
“I promise to try not to fall for you, Rosie Hunt.”
Why does his promise make me sad, even though that is what I want?