Page 67 of British Daddy to Go
Maggie
Sean’s big show of barging into my room felt climactic until we got outside.
“Where’s Stefan?” I ask, my suitcase starting to feel very heavy. It’s relatively small, but it holds all of my possessions. My arm strength has a limit, and I think I’ve reached it.
Sean sighs. “Stefan is at home, I imagine. I ran here from Havisham’s.”
“You ran here? And why were you at Havisham’s?”
The grown man blushes. “I was looking for you since you wouldn’t answer my calls.”
“They took my phone!”
“I know that now!” he says. “You didn’t quit your job, either, did you? Your mother did that for you?”
I nod, feeling the tears coming back. I don’t want to cry about this anymore! I’m finally free!
“I’m so sorry, Maggie.”
“It’s not okay that they did this, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m out now, and we need to get to your place somehow.”
Sean watches the street for a yellow cab. It only takes a few seconds for one to show up. We pile into the back with my suitcase between us, and Sean gives the guy extra to get us to his penthouse quickly. It takes less than ten minutes for the cabbie to drop us off in front of Sean’s building.
Which now, I suppose, ismybuilding.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that.
The doorman welcomes us back. He’s clearly surprised to see Sean back so early. “Is everything okay, Mr. Jones?”
Sean nods to the kind man. “Just fine, Jeffrey. I’d like you to meet Maggie. She’ll be staying with me.”
Jeffrey holds out his hand to shake mine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maggie.”
“You too, Jeffrey.”
“We should get going. Have a good day, Jeffrey!”
“You, as well, Mr. Jones!” he calls after us. One of the things I like best about Sean is how friendly he is with the staff. I’ve seen him goofing around with his driver, Stefan, and he always leaves high tips on restaurant bills, no matter how the service was. I think it stems from his working-class upbringing. Even though Sean had money growing up, his parents made sure he knew how hard they’d worked to earn it. He understands and values hard work, so he shares the wealth he has accrued with the people around him.
I love this incredible man.
Sean hits the secret elevator button, and we ascend to the penthouse. Unlike last time, there’s no heavy make-out session against the cold, mirrored surface of the elevator wall. Neither of us is in a good place to be shoving our tongues down each other’s throats.
I’m holding out for a repeat of last weekend later on tonight, though.
We reach an awkward moment when the elevator opens into Sean’s apartment. He has three bedrooms up here. Which one am I supposed to put my things in?
At my parents’ apartment, Sean had mentioned turning a spare room into a sewing room for me. Does that mean I sleep in the other spare room while Sean enjoys the large master suite?
Sean catches my confusion and squeezes my hand. “Put your things in the master bedroom, Maggie. You’re staying with me.”
My smile surprises both of us. “You mean it?” I ask.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have you staying anywhere else! You belong in my bed.”
He has a smile of his own, but it’s much less innocent than mine. I close the small distance between us and kiss him tenderly. “Thank you, Sean. I love you.”
The words slip out before I have a chance to think about it. Is Sean going to kick me out for being so forward? Where will I go? I have no phone to contact Jenna! Perhaps Sean will let me use his…