Always loved you Read online Ella Goode

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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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11

Heath

“This is different,” Orchard says. She taps the bouquet of flowers against her thigh.

Locking her in the house doesn’t have the results I want so I’ve devised a new plan—seduction. As I have zero experience with this, I’ve consulted with an expert. Growing up with wealth and power means you never truly need to ask for anything and the word “no” doesn’t exist because you just buy the things that you want, whether it’s a shipyard or a bride or a one night of seduction package. It wasn’t even expensive.

In addition to the flowers, I have a box of chocolates and the velvet case waiting at home that I had couriered from Harry Winston’s. The manager had called me last week to let me know that the necklace from the same collection as my wife’s engagement ring had surfaced. I had planned on gifting it to her for our six-year anniversary, but the seduction package suggested that I include a sentimental and personal gift along with the flowers and chocolate. Granted, she doesn’t wear the engagement ring and hasn’t since the day after the wedding, but it does have meaning. Isn’t there a phrase that says the thought counts?

“Given that you wanted to buy a grocery store, I thought you should see the competition. That way you would know if it’s the right one.” This grocery store is more upscale than where Orchard works. The fruit costs twice as much and there’s a butcher behind the meat counter. According to the feasibility study, this is her primary competition. It draws a higher income crowd, more willing to spend frivolously. I scoop some olives into a plastic container as she wanders around the produce section.

“It’s fancy,” she admits. “The cases are nice.”

“It’s the lighting. It’s slightly dimmer so it gives a different ambiance.”

She looks up at the light and then at me. “You’re right.”

“I read it in the feasibility study. It’s at home.”

“What will I have to do to get access to that?”

The question gives me pause as all kinds of images pop into my head: her on her knees with her mouth open, her bent over with her wrists tied and resting on her heart-shaped ass, her with her knees rubbing against my ears. I swing the basket in front of my rapidly hardening cock and reply as coolly as possible, “Eat dinner as we do every night.”

“About that dinner, why are you buying groceries?”

“I’m making you our meal.” The seduction kit said that there are two options for a meal—either you take your partner to the nicest place you can afford or you cook for her. Money wasn’t an object in our world but time was, so I figured cooking would be the best way into her pants. The most I’ve ever cooked is a piece of toast, but the instructions for cooking a steak that my assistant printed out seem decently easy to follow.

“Making as in…” Her brows come together as she struggles to process this information.

“Yes. Making dinner. Cooking. I’m cooking for you.”

She seems dumbfounded, so I go and collect the steaks and potatoes from the butcher. She catches up to me.

“In all the years we’ve lived together, you’ve never cooked.”

“I never had to.” I head toward the cashier, dodging a couple that are leaning over a wine display. The man has his arm wrapped around the woman’s waist and she’s leaning into him in a way that Orchard has never done to me. I resist the urge to kick the man in the back of the knee out of jealousy. I don’t think it’d go over well even if I could come up with a plausible excuse like he looked like a guy who tried to cheat me out of a million bucks.

“So why now?”

Because the seduction manual says to do so, I think. To her, though, I give a simpler, less embarrassing answer. “Because I want to.”

She’s silent as we check out and on the short drive home. She follows me into the kitchen as if she doesn’t believe I’m actually going to cook. Marth , our chef, has laid everything out for me, including the cast iron pan, butter, and herbs I’m supposed to use to cook the steak. I get everything ready and then place the meat in the pan.

“I think you’re supposed to heat the pan up first and then put the meat in,” Orchard says.

“Ah, right.” I remove the meat and set the pan on the stove. I twist the bright red knob and wait for the heat to turn on.

“You need to—” she begins to say but then comes over and nudges me aside. “Let me.” She pushes the knob in and twists. After a few clicks, blue flames appear around the edge of the pan.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook.” I fold my arms across my chest and lean a hip against the counter. She looks beautiful right now in her jeans and long-sleeve blouse. There’s a row of tiny buttons that secure the high neck of her shirt. I reach out and thumb one at the base of her throat.


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