19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
WYATT
I pulled out my phone and brought up the text thread with Angie. I’d planned on giving her the day off to send her to the spa, but that was back when I didn’t realize how much I’d miss having her around.
I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keypad on my phone. She was supposed to be relaxing, taking the day off. The last thing she needed was me smothering her. Before I could decide about sending her another text, three dots appeared. I couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on my face as I waited for her text to come through.
“People are going to start thinking something’s wrong if you keep this up.”
I glanced up at Paul, who stood in the doorway of my office, shaking his head.
“Keep what up?”
“Smiling all the time and sending staff home early.”
I shrugged. “He was sick.”
Paul chuckled. “More like hungover.”
Was he serious? “Why do you think that?”
My phone chimed and I looked back down.
Angie: Yes, I really enjoyed the spa. Thank you so much for arranging it.
Three dots appeared and disappeared in rapid succession before her next text came through.
Angie: Do you have plans for dinner? Was thinking I could pick up a few pizzas at Starlight Pi.
I smiled and typed out a reply.
Me: No plans for dinner. Only for dessert.
Angie: Oh?
Me: Yeah, last night, I found my new favorite treat.
Angie: blushing emoji.
A throat clearing pulled my attention, and I looked back up at Paul.
He tipped his chin toward the phone in my hand. “I’m assuming that’s Angie that has you hyper focused on your phone at the moment.”
I nodded. He didn’t need a response. His smirk said it all.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you lovesick like this.”
“I’m not…” I started to shake my head but stopped. I didn’t need to finish that statement. We both knew any type of denial would be a lie. I could tell him she was more like an obsession. That I couldn’t possibly be in love with someone after a week. But that would be a lie too.
He chuckled. “I’ll let you know when she’s ready to be picked up.” He raised a brow at me before adding, “Assuming you want to ride with me?”
“Think she’d be annoyed?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “That girl has it just as bad.”
I shot up, my back snapping straight. Paul laughed as he turned and walked away.
Was he just saying that? Or did she feel as strongly about me as I did her? I typed out another text.
Me: So, pizza for dinner and you for dessert?
I leaned back and closed my eyes, picturing her above me as she let herself go. I wanted so damn badly to see that same expression on her face as I plowed into her for the first time.
Another chime indicated she’d responded, and I smiled as I read her text.
Angie: Only if I get to have dessert too.
My dick sprang to life as the memory of her with my cock in her mouth flashed through my mind.