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Not that I’m going to tell him that. His ego is already inflated enough.
I pull the glass away and curl my lips in disgust. “It’s vile,” I lie.
“Well, it’s that or water. Your choice.”
“Or…I order takeout like a normal person.”
He shakes his head before finishing his drink.
“I’ve got an early meeting,” he says, placing the empty glass in the dishwasher. “But Lewis will come back and take you to work.”
“That’s not necess—” His glare ensures I cut myself off. There are some arguments I might stand a chance of winning. Like hopefully the addition of a coffee machine in his fancy kitchen. But getting myself to work isn’t going to be one of them. “Okay, thank you. I start at?—”
“Eight-thirty and finish at five. I know, Tatum. I’ve got meetings all afternoon, but I’m hoping I’ll be able to pick you up. Thought we could go out to dinner, celebrate you moving in.”
My eyes widen.
“Have I moved in, though? None of my stuff seems to be here.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. I have it all under control.” His cell buzzes on the counter and he snatches it up and pockets it. “I’ve got to go,” he says in a rush, stepping closer and dropping a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good day, baby. Try not to miss me too much.”
He’s gone before I get a chance to register the kiss or his words, but as the door slams behind him, I find that I’m clutching my cheek like a sap.
“Yeah,” I muse. “I’m sure I’ll cope.”
Despite his words, the first thing I do once I’m alone is have a thorough search for a coffee machine.
It’s pointless, though. He really doesn’t have one.
What kind of man have I agreed to marry exactly?
26
TATUM
“Oh my god.” Lori gasps, a wide smile on her face as I explain all the details of my first night at Kingston’s apartment.
We’re in our favorite Italian restaurant after a long day at work, catching each other up on everything that happened since she left me behind in the back of the car.
Admittedly, my night was much more exciting than hers, seeing as she watched a movie, refused to open her emails knowing that she was going to have to deal with her boss for taking the day off, and curled up with Griz long before midnight.
“And he didn’t demand you return the favor?” she asks, a little too loudly.
The older couple at the next table both turn to look at us.
“Will you keep it down? It’s bad enough that the whole world knows we’re seeing each other thanks to all the photos circling online.”
“You could try to stop looking so cute and into him when you’re out in public,” she suggests.
“Fuck off,” I hiss. “I am not into him.”
She raises a brow.
“Oh, that’s right, he was more…into youlast night.”
I groan. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Oh no, you so should. It was hot.”