The Man You Share Everything With
I’d never lie to my fiancée
Lexi
I think you like saying that
The Man You Share Everything With
More than I expected. Get your questions ready. After wine and a bit of conversation, you can ask me anything
Lexi
Enticing. About marketing?
The Man You Share Everything With
Anything
She’d worried about being overdressed for the Dress Hut in the flowy, knee-length black skirt she’d paired with a dark-green blouse, but as she walked into Cordero’s, she realized her mistake. She should have worried about beingunderdressedfor the wine bar. Low lighting, high-top tables, and clean, sleek lines shouted elegance in an understated way. Lexi smiled at the hostess even as she spotted Will over near the bar.
“Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” The hostess, dressed in a sparkly black tank top, tight black jeans, and mile-high heels that made her tower over Lexi, looked like a runway model.
“She’s with me,” Will said, walking toward her, his gaze fixed on hers, an appreciative gleam shimmering there.
His words and the way he said them sent a shot of adrenaline through her system. She was with him. For now. As long as she remembered thefor nowandfor funpart, she’d be okay.
“Of course. When the rest of your party is here, we’ll seat you, Mr. Grand.”
Will took her hand, leaned down to kiss her cheek. She turned her head, brushing his lips, relaxing when he hissed out a breath, slipped one arm around her waist.
“You look amazing.”
She smiled up at him, running her hand down the silver tie on top of his crisp white dress shirt. “You look beautiful.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. Lexi’s heart and stomach danced around, giddy with the kind of joy she didn’t recognize.
Nudging her toward the bar, he asked if she wanted anything to drink. Settling onto the stool next to him, aware of the murmured conversations, soft instrumental music, and high-end feel of the surroundings, she shook her head.
“I can wait.”
He ran his fingertip around her palm. “Have you eaten?”
She nodded, the steady motion of his finger making her lose focus. “I grabbed a burger at a drive-through.”
He frowned, his eyebrows moving together in that way that made him look far too thoughtful and really fucking good. “We could have grabbed dinner. Did you come straight from work?”
Sort of. She’d read her marketing homework in the car while eating her burger. “I didn’t want to go home first and risk traffic.”
Will reached out, touched a strand of her hair like he couldn’t not touch it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to add more to your day.”
She smirked, the worry over whether she was dressed well enough slipping away. “I suppose I can forgive you seeing as, like I expected, it doesn’t suck to see your face.”
He laughed, moved his finger so his whole hand cupped her neck. Instead of kissing her lips, which she all but craved at this point, he pressed his to her forehead. She closed her eyes, sighed deeply. When he pulled back, she shook off the onslaught of feelings.
“Who are we meeting?”
Will dropped his hand, picked up a glass of water, and took a drink. “Holden Wright. He’s the owner of Comfort Plus. It’s a small, fairly new, family-run company that focuses on making eco-friendly blankets, towels, washcloths, and other linens.”
