Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“To get Flynn clothes for the orchestra,” he says. “Did you ask what she’s wearing?” Rupert nods to me.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to ask,” Flynn says. “What are you wearing to the orchestra? Do I need a suit or tux?”
“What?” I chuckle. “Flynn, you don’t need either. A nice shirt and jeans are fine.” He shouldn’t spend another dime on me. Definitely not for a suit or tux that he’ll likely never wear again.
“You two are going to the orchestra?” Callie perks up.
Rupert smiles. It’s sincere and endearing. Memories of less tragic times, perhaps?
“Yes, but it’s no big deal,” I insist.
“Have you been to the orchestra?” she asks Flynn.
“What do you think?” he deadpans.
“Then it’s a big deal. Let’s go shopping. Give me twenty minutes,” she says, practically skipping to the bathroom.
When she closes the door behind her, Rupert frowns at Flynn. “Boy, I told you to quickly ask what she’s wearing. Now you have my wife involved, and a forty-five-minute errand is going to turn into hours of finding the ‘perfect’ everything.” With a heavy sigh, he turns and exits the bedroom.
I step between Flynn’s spread legs. “It’s really no big deal.”
He rests his hands on my hips, gazing at me. “How the hell did you play like that?”
“I told you the cello is my favorite.” I shrug.
“Your favorite? June, my favorite sport is basketball, but I’m not Michael Jordan.”
“Well,” I dip my head and kiss him, playfully nipping at his lower lip, “that feels like a you problem. Maybe you don’t love basketball as much as I love the cello. And I think I’ll wear a cute skirt and blouse with sandals to the orchestra. You can wear those dark jeans you wore to dinner the first night with my parents and the button-down too.”
“I can hear you,” Callie yells. “No jeans. No cute skirts.”
Flynn raises his eyebrows like we’re in trouble. I bite my lips together and snort.
“Let’s just skip the orchestra and get naked,” I whisper.
His calloused hands slide along my neck and into my hair, turning my head so he can whisper in my ear. “I’m taking my cello girl to the orchestra because the look on your face when you play is the same look you get when you orgasm. I think the orchestra is your porn.”
“Stop,” I giggle, stepping back.
“I’m right.” He smirks. “You’re blushing.”
Truth? I want to see Flynn in my world, even if it scares me. What if he doesn’t love the orchestra? Will it feel like he can never truly love me?
“Shit!” I look at my watch. “I forgot I have a one o’clock tour. Gotta go.” I kiss his cheek and run down the stairs.
“Where are you—” Rupert starts to speak as I pass him at the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m late for work!”
On the way to the bike shop, Flynn texts me:
Flynn: U should get a car
June: haha! U should not be so distracting. Mr. R heard us in the bathroom!!!!
Flynn: Exactly. I was on the clock and u were distracting me. If I get fired I hope u can live with that on your conscience
I stare out the window for a second and grin.
June: After the orchestra we need to talk
Flynn: Are u breaking up with me?
June: I hope not
Flynn: K. Thx for having sex with me
I giggle as my driver eyes me in the rearview mirror.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Flynn
“Suspenders?” I snap the black straps, staring in the mirror.
“They’re classy,” Rupert says, reclined on a cream leather sofa, drinking scotch beside Callie.
The store clerk holds out the suit coat for me to slide my arms into.
“June will love them.” Callie smiles, fiddling with her necklace and sipping red wine.
I look ridiculous. “Black dress shoes with no socks?” My face sours.
“It’s perfect for summer.” Donny, the suit expert, adjusts my tie.
It’s tight. Now I know why Rupert wears his loose, except today it’s proper.
“How much is all this?” I ask.
Donny looks at Rupert.
“How much do you think everything costs?” Rupert asks.
“I don’t know. A grand?”
“Do you think it’s worth a grand?” He studies me.
I look to Callie for help, but she sets her wineglass on the table and picks at lint on her white pants, offering me nothing.
After one last look in the mirror, I nod. “I suppose.”
“So you would pay a grand for it?” Rupert asks.
“No. June said I can wear my jeans and button-down shirt. Mrs. Rawlings already bought me loafers that don’t need socks. This would be a waste of my money. I can buy gas for June’s car or help her buy groceries. I think she has to pay for parking at her apartment. I bet a grand would cover that for about a year.”
“June is a lucky girl,” Callie says.
I remove the jacket. “I don’t know about that. But I’ve never been able to take care of anyone, and I don’t know how long this job will last. So I’m not wasting money on myself when I can do things for her.” I hand Donny the jacket and step behind the curtain to take off the clothes.