Page 51 of Yours, Always
“Two people have never disliked each other so much, that’s for sure.” A woman walked through the crowd and Prudence noticed her just in time to see the raven-haired woman slip out of the community center’s front door. “Is that Nadia?” She pointed to the door, even as she found it hard to believe Greyson’s agent would be in Amber Falls.
Greyson glanced around. “I don’t think so? Honestly, I don’t think she’s left L.A. since she transplanted.” He scanned the crowd. “I feel like I’m seeing legit paparazzi here but I can’t tell for sure, no one is going crazy like they do in L.A.—Greer Conolly, paparazziandNadia? That just can’t be right. Not in Amber Falls.” He surveilled the room for another moment longer before asking, “You wanna go grab dinner? Get out of this fishbowl?” Greyson tugged on her hand.
“If by dinner you mean dinner, then yes, please.”
“I really mean dinner.” He pretended to think it over. “You, however, will be my dessert.”
Prudence narrowed her eyes at Greyson.
“Okay, we can get takeout and eat at home.”
Home?Prudence pondered the word. She liked the sound of that.
“Takeout sounds good.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dinner had been a disaster. And by disaster—Prudence heard her stomach give a loud growl—she meant she was still hungry. Everything else had been wonderful. A flush ran over her body when she thought of the wicked things she and Greyson had done yesterday. She felt alive, more so than she had in ages. Running a small business was no easy task, and she felt as though she’d been on autopilot for quite some time. Even having a yearlong—almost a yearlong—relationship hadn’t fulfilled her like she supposed it should have, like she assumed it would have. It wasn’t Chuck’s fault—she’d never fully invested in being a ‘them’.
Thinking back on it now, she could see the warning signs had been blaring so loud she should be deaf. She was certain, now, that they’d both been with each other just to have someone to be with. They’d never said the ‘I love yous’ or even the ‘I like yous’. It had been a year of tepid romance and going through the motions.
She was picking food containers off her floor—again—the next morning when Greyson sauntered into the kitchen. Jeans slung low on his hips and shirtless, he looked like a Greek god wearing J. Crew.
“Morning, Pru.” Greyson bent to help with the clean-up. “You made quite the mess last night,” he said casually, his eyes glinting.
“Imade a mess?”
“From what I remember”—Greyson ran his hand lovingly over the polished wood—“it was you on the kitchen table. And by the way, I’ve become very fond of your kitchen table.”
“Your brother made it,” Prudence informed him.
“Beautiful craftsmanship, I’ll give him that.”
“You forget, Grey, I wasn’t the only one on that table.”
“You were the only one thrashing about in ecstasy, as I recall.”
Prudence grinned, dumping the containers into the trash. “And I’ll give you that.” She pulled Greyson up and ran her hands over his chest. “It was amazing.”
He leaned in for a quick kiss before trailing his mouth down the side of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She gave him a gentle shove and pulled out of his arms. “Now you have to go.”
Greyson’s eyes widened. “You tease.” He reached for her again.
Prudence moved, her backside hitting the table. “I have so much work to do, Grey! I’ll never get this proposal done on time and I have so many more to start.”
Greyson lifted her onto the table, hiking her skirt high and settling between her legs. “That’s why you have employees, Pru. Delegate. Don’t leave me like this,” he pleaded and moved against her.
Prudence threw her head back, allowing him access to her neck again. “Five minutes, and that’s all.”
“Challenge accepted.”
* * * *
Prudence lay on the kitchen table with Greyson, spent. “Seven minutes, Grey. I thought you could do better,” Prudence joked, still on top of him.
“You were running this show, Pru. I was just along for the ride.” Greyson moved his hands over her thighs, then helped her off the table.