I bite down hard on my back teeth and look at her. As I do I find that I can’t look away.
We’re holding hands at the office and I’ve been sneaking around with her for the last two months. This is not the kind of woman you sneak around with.
Look at her… beautiful and perfect. Inside and out. She’s the kind of woman you show off.
She’s the kind of woman you make sure people know is yours. She’s the kind of woman I would make sure people knew was mine. Riley wouldn’t have been idiot enough to taunt me the way he did just now if he knew she was mine.
I sigh and release her hand on that thought.
Fuck… what the fuck?
I need a drink or something. I walk over to the window and gaze out ahead at the lake in the distance. It serves as a distraction.
What soothes me more is the dainty hand on my arm. I turn back to face Giselle and I think about it all. What if I changed the rules of the game?
What if I did that?
I don’t know how to be the kind of man she deserves, but surely I can do better than that idiot Kirk.
“Josh, who were you talking about? It sounded serious and I’ve never seen you get so mad. Did he say something about someone… a woman of sorts?”
Shit, I just realize the other thing she could be thinking, that I was fighting with my cousin over some woman indeed, but not her. Considering I’m the watcher, the observer, I should have picked up on that straight away.
“It was you,” I answer and her eyes widen.
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just don’t talk to him. He’s an ass.”
She smiles a little. “Josh you call everybody an ass. If they wear the wrong color or eat the wrong food, they’re an ass.”
I chuckle. “Okay, maybe I was having off days when I called those people whatever the shit I called them. Him though… it’s real.”
The seriousness returns to her face. “What did he say about me?”
I cup her face. “Baby, please… don’t worry about it.”
The longer I look at her, the more I contemplate the question looming over my mind and I decide that I can try.
I have a month left with her. It could be a month of something else too for me. Something different.
That means I have to be the one to change things up.
“Giselle, how about we do something different tomorrow night?” I ask. It’s going to take planning.
“Different?” A saucy glint sparks her eyes. “What more different can we do?”
I can think of a few things at The Dark Odyssey I want to try with her. That’s the beauty of it the place is filled with everything to live out your wildest fantasies. Even when you do it, it’s guaranteed that the next time you try it will be different.
It’s just like her. She is my wild fantasy and I can’t get enough.
I want more.
“There’s a lot, baby, but this will be different. You’ll like it.”
“Will I?”
I nod. She will. It’ll be something from her world. We are from two different worlds. There really was no way that we would have gotten involved had she not gone to the club that night, but she did.