“They were pretty enough on the outside, I suppose, but none of them were kind. They were hard, brittle women on the inside, only after fame and fortune. They wanted to marry someone who would further their careers, or put them more firmly in the spotlight.” He shrugged. “I just wanted a female who wanted me, not the actor but the male who would give her everything.”
“When you told those women I was your girlfriend…”
“There’s innocence in your eyes, Blossom. You can’t hide the goodness inside of you. It’s in your smile, in the way you speak to and hold your children. I’ve never met a female like you before.” He reached up and fingered her hair. “And I like that you want to stand out because it’s who you are and not who you’re mated to.”
“Brexton… would you kiss me?” she asked softly.
His hold tightened on her and slowly, he lowered his head. When his lips brushed against hers, Blossom felt like the Earth was falling away, like she was floating. His lips were gentle yet firm, and even if he’d never kissed a woman he wanted to keep, he was doing everything right. When he touched his tongue to her lips, she opened and let him in. Her knees went weak and her heart pounded inside of her chest. As Brexton pulled back, she lightly touched her lips and knew that she’d never been kissed like that before. It should have scared her, sent her running, but she held still and looked up at the alien who had just give her the type of kiss she’d always dreamed about.
“Why did you stop?’ she asked.
“Because I want more and you aren’t ready,” he said.
He might think she wasn’t ready, but her damp panties said he was wrong. Blossom had never wanted someone as much as she wanted Brexton.
“It’s not my place to say so,” said Mrs. Connors, “but the children are down for a nap and I’m quite capable of taking care of them. I think the two of you should shower, dress up a little, and go out on an official date. Preferably before the sparks between you burn down the house. If your movie producers saw that kiss, they’d make your Blossom pair with you every movie because that was far better than any kiss you’ve ever had on screen.”
Blossom’s cheeks warmed and she smiled up at Brexton bashfully.
“We should have a family night,” he said. “It’s the kids’ first night here, and…”
“And I can take care of two children,” Mrs. Connors said. “Let me play Grandma while the two of you have some fun. You need to bond.”
The woman walked off muttering about stubborn young people and Blossom fought not to laugh. Normally, she wouldn’t let just anyone handle her kids, but Brexton trusted this Mrs. Connors, and they seemed rather close. More like family than employer and employee. If he wasn’t concerned about her caring for the children, then she’d let the woman watch them for one night and see how things went. It wasn’t like she couldn’t call to check on them.
“Well, it seems we’re going out,” Brexton said, looking a little bemused. “Never realized she was so bossy.”
“I think she feels more like your mother than your housekeeper,” Blossom said. “How long as she been working for you?”
“Since I bought this house, so about nine years give or take a few months.”
“We should listen to her,” Blossom said. “I’ve always heard that you should obey your elders. Besides, she seems sweet under that bossy exterior.”
“You want to go out on a date with me?” he asked. His eyes narrowed as if he didn’t believe her.
“Yes, Brexton. I would love to go on a date with you.”
He reached up and cupped her cheek and Blossom leaned into that touch. Without a word, he leaned down and claimed her lips again, kissing her until the world spun. Blossom clung to him and wondered why she couldn’t have met him sooner.
“People are going to talk if we’re seen out in public,” he said. “Are you prepared for that? For the whispers, pointing, and pictures?”
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. “But I want to spend time with you, and if that’s part of it, then I’ll handle it.”
He smiled. “All right. You have a bathroom attached to the room you’ll be using. Go get ready while I shower and change. I know you have a few new dresses. You should wear one of them.”
She nodded and walked upstairs, feeling a little like Alice down the rabbit hole. Or maybe more like Dorothy, because she certainly wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
