Page 18 of The Tycoon
What I’m trying to say is that I’ve never done anything more scandalous than a quickie in the backseat of my ex’s car.I’m so worried about disappointing Sutton sexually. I mean, who wants to marry a woman who has only experienced oral sex through the characters she reads about? I have to do something that will blow his mind. I don’t know exactly what that is yet, but I have bookcases full of written material and a mind full of fantasies. I’m sure I will be able to think of something. Right?
Ugh.
Turning back to my suitcase, I throw each pair of pastel bikinis into it one at a time. I just have to pack my swimsuit and bras and then I think I will call it good. While I don’t have a whole lot of disposable funds, I’m sure I can run out and buy something if I really need to. Or maybe Sutton could buy it for me?
Not that I want him to buy me things! I promise I'm not a gold digger like Sam keeps accusing me of being. Or accused me of being. I actually haven’t heard from him in over an hour, which is a little odd, but maybe he finally took me seriously when I told him to leave me alone? It would be a first, that boy has never listened to me, but then again, I’ve never been quite so vicious towards him. He’s not used to me biting back.
I’m not quite as pissed now that the champagne has worn off, but I’m still annoyed. Annoyed and starting to feel guilty. Which I shouldn’t be, he started this whole thing. Why can’t I just be an unbothered bitch for once?
Pushing out a sigh, I step to my phone resting on thecorner of my bed. Picking it up, my eyes glance to see if I’ve missed any new messages. I haven’t, and it fills me with just as much relief as it does dread. I honestly don’t know where Sam and I go from here. Neither of us can afford not to be roommates with one another. Hell, this is going to be so messy.
Tossing my phone back on my mattress, I perk as I hear my doorbell. Sutton sure is a man of his word. He sent me a text saying that he would be here in fifteen minutes and here he is, right on the dot. It’s refreshing for a man to follow through with what he said he would.
Quickly stepping through my bedroom, I work my way through my small apartment. Pausing as I reach the door, I check the keyhole to make sure it is who I think it is.
Settling my gaze upon the fisheye image of my future husband, my breath sharply hitches. Looking just as handsome as he did last night, he’s carrying the largest bouquet of pink roses I’ve ever seen. My heart squeezes at the gesture, they’re my favorite flowers. How in the world did he know?
Unlocking the door, I quickly pull the squeaky hunk of wood open. Seeing him in person once again renders me speechless. I stare at him, unblinking, with what is probably the dumbest expression on my face.
Lifting his lips into a humored smirk, he says a single word that turns my knees to jelly.
“Princess.”
Continuing to blink, I stare like a moron.
Raising a brow, he quirks his head. Widening his smirk, he lifts the bouquet.
“May I come in?” he asks.
Nodding my head, my blue eyes fall to the floor before I step to the side. Stuttering like an idiot, my hand raises to tuck an unruly strand of hair behind my ear. It dawns on me that I probably should have put a little effort into my appearance. I didn’t even bother to get out of my pajamas for brunch this morning. I’m still in my lazy pink sweat shorts and white ribbed tank, my hair piled high in a messy topknot. I’m not even sure if I’ve brushed my teeth.
“Uh, yeah...uh, yes. Yes, Sir, you may,” I reply.
Slowly crossing the threshold, his head turns to look my way. I lift my eyes and catch his gaze, it’s just as hungry as it was last night right before I kissed his cheek. It’s giving me the same panicky feeling that caused me to slam the door in his face. I’m grateful that that isn’t an option right now, I just don’t want to screw anything up.
“Those are really pretty,” I say, pointing to the bouquet in his hand.
Pulling his deep blue eyes from mine, he glances towards the flowers. Holding them out to me, an almost cocky look falls over his handsome face.
“A little birdie told me they were your favorite.”
Taking the bouquet with both hands, I bring the fragrant blooms to my nose and inhale their delicious scent. My brows furrow at his answer, I have no idea which “birdie” would have told him.
“Oh, yeah? May I ask who?”
Shaking his head, he takes a step closer. If it weren’t for the bouquet against my chest, we’d be touching. While not in a full suit, he still looks delicious clad in a white collared shirt and pressed black slacks. The first three buttons are undone in a slutty kind of way. I feel the need to unbutton them all and get a good look at the rest of his toned chest.
“No, you may not. That’s a secret that I’m going to keep to myself for now,” he says.
I swallow hard from the sultry tone of his voice.
“Okay, Sir. But I’ll have you tell me, someday.”
Huffing a tiny laugh, he inches in closer.God,his cologne smells so good. It’s warm and masculine, with hints of caramel and spiced whiskey. I'm going to find out what it is and spray my bed sheets with it. When he's not in them, of course.
“We’ll see about that, Princess,” he replies, slamming the door to my apartment shut.
Jumping from the unexpected reaction, the forceful sound squeezes a surprised gasp out of me. In sharp contrast, Sutton gently takes my wrist and has me pull down the bouquet so it’s no longer covering half my face. My heart jumps into mythroat as I notice the unmistakable want in his expression. Leaning in to close the distance between us, the icy panic from last night fills my stomach once again. My nervous gaze moves from his lips back to the sight of his chest to distract me from running.