Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Novel by S.J. Mullins (74)

Chapter Seven

 

Kenzie

 

I opened my eyes and hoped that last night was a dream, but seeing my leather pants hanging over the chair in my room, and the tequila stench on my breath, those hopes were totally shattered. I dragged my hungover body out of bed and not even a hot shower could make me feel better. I felt rancid, to be honest, but not only from all that tequila. This might have been all my fault; I wasn't sure why. Maybe I shouldn't have taken him to that bar after all.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone to his house

Maybe I shouldn't even have worn those pants in the first place.

“No, Kenzie,” I muttered to myself while I brushed my teeth and glanced at my reflection in the steamed up mirror. “Is not the pants’ fault. It’s not even your fault. He shouldn't have kissed you.”

I spat out into the sink and rinsed my toothbrush under the running water. I wiped my mouth with a nearby towel and headed to the kitchen. I was starving, so that could be another reason for my foul mood. I made myself a quick omelet and sat down in front of the television, watching the morning news.

Halfway through, my doorbell rang and I secretly hoped that it wasn’t Wyatt. I stood up slowly and called out, “Who is it?”

“You know damn well who it is,” Sophia answered.

I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Sophia, who looked as fresh as a field full of flowers invited herself in. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” I said and tilted my head at her with a cringe as I closed the door.

“Is that tequila I smell?”

“Yes, it is.”

“So how did it go last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“The experiment with Wyatt?”

“Oh,” I said with a frown and shook my head. “It was okay, I guess.”

“Did he fail miserably?”

“No, he was actually pretty good,” I said and walked towards her. I still felt his hands on my waist and his lips against mine. “He...”

“Kenz are you okay? You seem a bit spooked.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don't look fine.”

I stood beside the couch for a second and stared out in front of me. “Soph?”

“Yeah?” she answered, helping herself to my breakfast.

“Something really weird happened last night.”

“Wyatt picked up a girl?”

Yes, me. “Uhm, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?” she asked.

I sat down on the armrest of the couch and looked at her. “We were at Candela, and he went to talk to a blonde at the bar. He seemed as though he had it all figured out until she threw her drink at him.”

“Oh, shit. What did he say to her?”

“She was a beauty vlogger and he was a bit more condescending than he was supposed to.”

“Oh crap. That must have been hilarious.”

“It was, but I felt kind of sorry for him. He was soaked in vodka and soda.”

“What happened then?”

“We went to his house.”

“You what?”

“He showed me his house.”

“Okay.”

“It was amazing.”

“I bet.”

“Then I was being kind of stupid.”

“Did you kiss him?”

“No, I suggested that we play a game. He played himself and I played a hot girl at a bar and he was supposed to chat me up. For every wrong thing he said, he’d drink a shot of tequila, and for every right thing he said, I ‘d drink a shot.”

“That explains the smell,” Sophia pointed out. “Who won?”

“It was a tie,” I stuttered.

“What happened, Kenz?”

“He said all the right things and...”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“No, he flirted effortlessly and it got really intense and then he kissed me.”

“He kissed you.”

“He did.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, but I was drunk. I would have enjoyed anything at that point.”

“That’s not true and you know it. Your true feelings always come out when you're drunk.”

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. “I should have never worn those pants.”

“Don't blame the pants for your wrong-doings.”

“How could I have been so stupid, Soph? I work with him. How the hell am I supposed to face him on Monday?”

“Just avoid him.”

“I literally can’t. His office is the last to be renovated, so now I’m just going to be in an awkward situation that I created.”

“Maybe...”

“Maybe what?”

“Do you like him?”

“He’s really nice once you get to know him, and he’s hot and...”

“Kenzie?”

“What?”

“You like him.

I nodded and tears filled my eyes. “I do like him.”

“Then tell him that.”

“I can’t,” I said and shook my head. “I promised myself that I would be professional and I can't put my job on the line for a man, no matter how much I like him.”

“Then wait until your job is done. Then you can do what you want, right?”

“Sure,” I sighed.

“You what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you need a day at the spa with your best friend. We’ll get out hair done, nails, feet, everything. How does that sound?” Sophia said, her bright eyes sparkling.

“I think that is the best idea you’ve had today.”

 

I stepped into Pearce Data Storers Tuesday morning and although I had been a nervous wreck the entire weekend over how awkward it would be when I saw Wyatt again, I kept myself pretty calm. Hannah was at her post, as usual, working hard, but still managed to greet me with a friendly smile. The finishing touches were being added to the reception area and it looked amazing, like a totally different place. It didn't look clinical at all, and it had a warm and comfortable feel to it, like a comfy living room where you’d chat with your friends and drink coffee and hot chocolate.

“Hey, Kenzie.”

I saw Calvin coming down the hallway and smiled at him. “Hey.”

“The floor in my office is done.”

“Wow, that was fast.”

“I know. These guys are amazing. Come have a look.”

I followed him down the hall and shot a brief glance into Wyatt’s office. The contractors were in there, and drilling sounded from inside. I didn't expect Wyatt to be in there, but I also thought that he’d be man enough to face me.

I frowned and almost walked right into Calvin, who stood in the doorway of his new office. A pungent paint smell filled my nostrils and I stepped inside.

“Wow. This looks amazing,” I said and glanced around the office. The dark wood floors complimented the wine red painted walls. The mahogany cupboards and shelves, and matching shutters completed the look of luxury and wealth.

“It’s perfect, actually. Thanks to you.”

“You chose everything,” I shrugged.

“But you gave me the options,” he said and turned to me. “Stop being so modest.”

“Thank you.”

“Wyatt took off for the day, he couldn't handle all the noise and the dust and all that.”

“Of course. I didn't really expect that he’d be here for that.”

“What did you do to him?”

“What?” I turned to him and tilted my head. “Why would you ask me that?”

“He seems different.”

“Different how?”

“He was really moody on Friday, and it had nothing to do with the contractors.”

“I don't know.”

“Right, maybe he just had a bad day.”

“We all have those.”

“I don't think you have bad days. You always look good.”

“Thank you,” I said with a forced smile.

“Did you do something different with your hair?”

“I just lightened it a little.”

“It looks good.”

I chuckled and shifted around uncomfortably. “Do you know if he’ll be back today?”

“I could call him.”

“No, that’s okay. I...”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m going downstairs for a coffee. Do you want anything?”

“No, I’m good, but thank you for asking.”

I nodded and turned on my heel, heading towards the elevators. I didn't even smile at Hannah when I left. When the elevator doors closed I leaned against the walls and closed my eyes for a second.

What the hell was happening to me? I was acting like a stupid little girl with a crush.

There, I said it. I have a crush on Wyatt Pearce, and the fact that he’s not even here at the office was strangely painful. He was obviously avoiding me, still upset over Thursday night. Honestly, I don't blame him for being upset. I was upset with myself more than he was, that I was sure of.

The rest of the week passed slowly, and I didn't see Wyatt once. Well, honestly, I did a few times, but as soon as he saw me, he bolted straight out the doors, so he was definitely avoiding me.

Was it true what he said, that he had simply gotten caught in the moment?

Was I the idiot who secretly hoped that it meant something more?

Probably.

It was usually the case.

At the end of the week, I stepped into his new office and the contractors were installing the water feature. It looked gorgeous, I had to admit, and I knew that Wyatt would like it as well.

After the contractors left, his office felt empty. Not only because none of his belongings were there, but because he wasn't there. I strolled through the empty office and stared out the big window overlooking most of Miami. The view was amazing, but nothing but the best for Wyatt Pearce, the billionaire.

“Feeling a little sad?”

I whirled around and saw Calvin walking towards me. “Maybe.”

“Well, if you are, it’s okay. It’s your last day with us here.”

“I really enjoyed this project. You guys are great.”

“So were you,” he said with a smile and looked around the office. “He’s going to love it. There aren’t a lot of people who can make him happy, Kenzie.”

“I’ve noticed,” I answered diplomatically.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course. I’m just going to miss this view.”

“Me too,” Calvin said and I looked at him.

Clearly, we weren't talking about the same view here. He reached out his hand and rubbed a lock of my hair between his fingers.

I stepped away and crossed my arms. “Do you know when Wyatt will be back?”

“Hannah called him to say that the dust has settled, literally. He should be here soon.”

“Good. He just has to sign a few things to say that he’s happy with everything.”

“I could sign it.”

“It has to be his signature.”

“Okay. Do you feel like going out for dinner tonight? To celebrate another successful project?”

I cringed and tilted my head. “I really can’t. I made plans with my friend, and she’d be pretty pissed if I canceled on her last minute.”

“Another time then?”

“Sure,”

“You don't have to be afraid of me, or anything.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You've been keeping your distance from me from the start.”

“Trust me, it’s not based on fear,” I said and noticed Wyatt standing quietly in the doorway. “Mr. Pearce.”

Calvin pouted for a second and turned around. “Hey, brother. What do you think?”

Wyatt eyed him for a second before glancing around the room, carefully inspecting everything. He looked at his brother and nodded his head slowly. “Calvin, could you excuse me and Miss Morris for a minute?”

Oh crap.

“Sure," he answered begrudgingly.

He left the office, and Wyatt closely followed him, closing the door so that we could be alone.

I took a deep breath and looked at him.

“You did a great job. It came out better than I imagined it would.”

“Thank you. I’m glad that you approve.”

“Thank you, Miss Morris. You spent a lot of time with me, ensuring that I would be happy with your work, and I am.”

The way he addressed me was like a knife in my gut. It was like he distanced himself from me because he wanted to forget what had happened between us.

Clearly, I was the only one who had a crush.

“That’s it? That’s all your going to say?”

“What else is there?”

“What about explaining to me why you’ve been avoiding me for the last week?”

“I thought it would be easier to get out of your way and let you do your job.”

“Let me do my job?”

“That’s what you're here for, isn’t it?”

“Can we just stop the bullshit and talk about what happened last week?”

“You want to talk about that now?”

“That’s what I said,” I answered and looked at him. “Can you honestly tell me that it was a mistake? That it didn't mean anything?”

“It didn't mean anything.”

“And those things you said?” I asked and my throat tightened slightly. “About me?”

Maybe it was better that I didn't hear the answer to that question, but I wanted to know. Not knowing what Wyatt thought about me in that sense, could potentially wreck me, but also, on the other hand, knowing what he thought about me in that sense and it wasn't what I wanted to hear, would wreck me even more.

I was confused as hell.

“I was just doing as you said, saying things that you wanted to hear.”

There it was. He didn't mean any of it. Those words he said to me, the kiss, it was all just part of the game. The stupid game I made up. If I ended up hurt and heartbroken over this, it was my own damn fault.

“You were very convincing, so you should be proud of yourself.” I tried really hard not to sound hurt, but my voice let me down. I even had tears in my eyes which was not what I planned for at all.

“I’m not though because now you’re upset with me.”

“I’m only upset with you because you were avoiding me, and when we’re in the same room, you’re clearly uncomfortable.”

“I’m always uncomfortable!”

“Not with me! You said so yourself,” I said and a tear ran down my cheek.

“Please don’t cry.”

“You kissed me, Wyatt. That was not the plan.”

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right it won’t.”

“You’re not going to help me anymore, are you?”

“After what happened, you’re a pro, because you certainly had me fooled.”

“That wasn't what happened. I wasn't trying to fool you, or anything. It just happened. It might have been all the tequila and all the flirting and those pants you wore.”

“Now you’re blaming my pants?”

“A little. They looked really good on you.”

“I am done listening to you right now.”

“Fine. I’ll sign off your work and then you can leave. Then you don't ever have to see me again. That’s what you want, right? You’re done with having to deal with the likes of me, an asshole to the core.”

He was wrong about one thing, it wasn't what I wanted.

“Fine.”

He grabbed the documents that lay on his desk, that I had put there earlier that day, and signed them. He handed them to me and I took it from him without looking at him.

“Thank you, Mr. Pearce. It was a pleasure doing business with you,” I said in my most professional tone of voice and left his office.

As I walked past reception, I simply nodded at Hannah, and she looked at me with a frown, as if she knew something was wrong. I pressed the button of the elevator and heard footsteps behind me. I turned around slightly and saw Hannah approaching me.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine.”

“You look upset.”

“I was wrong, about Wyatt. He is an asshole.”

Before she could answer, the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. “Take care, Hannah.”

“You too, Miss Morris.”

The doors closed and a tear ran down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and couldn't believe that I was being so silly, crying over a man who clearly doesn't even feel anything for me at all.

Although I wished with every cell in my body that he had come after me, he didn't, and that was probably the most disappointing thing I had ever felt in my entire life.

 

 

Wyatt

 

I should have gone after her, was my first thought when I entered my office the next week. Every morning.

It had been almost a week since the last time I saw Kenzie, and to tell you the truth, I missed her. The office was abuzz with new clients and the employees were amped up with their new surroundings, but I was just in a daze.

At work I couldn't focus, because everything reminded me of her, and at home, I still saw her standing by the bar, gazing out at the deck. The way she looked that night was etched in my mind for all eternity.

I had never lied to anyone in my life and everyone who knew me, was aware that I was tactlessly honest, but for the last week, I had lied.

I was a liar.

I lied to Kenzie when I told her the kiss didn't mean anything, but it did. I liked her, more than I had ever liked any woman who I’ve met. She was smart and funny, and she had a great laugh. She was understanding, and caring, and beautiful. Even though we were complete opposites, she made me feel comfortable, and that was n’t something that I came across very often.

People and their ways made me nervous, but Kenzie’s way that she eased through life was refreshing.

I lied to everyone around me when they asked me whether I was okay because the truth was that I was not okay. I felt empty and alone. I didn't feel enthusiastic about going to work anymore because she wasn't there. It might sound obsessive to other, and it probably was, but I missed her. I missed talking to her, hearing her voice. I missed having her around me, telling me off for being rude and condescending. I missed the sound of her laugh, and the way she would look at me.

I lied to myself every day as I tried to convince myself that she never felt anything for me. Why would she? I talked so badly of myself to myself, no wonder I had self-esteem issues.

On Saturday morning though, I climbed out of bed and decided that enough was enough. Wallowing in self-pity was not doing me any good, and that I needed to make a change. I got dressed for the gym and planned on taking my frustrations out on the treadmill.

Even though the voices of doubt still lingered in my mind, reminding me that Kenzie might be at the gym, I didn't care. I would not allow that to discourage me.

At the gym, I ran on that treadmill like Satan himself was chasing me. I was drenched in sweat, but I didn't care. I felt invigorated. When I finally stepped off and wiped my face, I noticed a woman with black hair glancing at me from a few machines away.

I gave her a polite nod and continued to stretch.

“Hello there.”

I turned around and saw the woman standing in front of me.

“Hello.”

“I hope this doesn't sound creepy, but I watched you run, and you were really going at it.”

“I had a bit of frustration to work off,” I answered and she chuckled.

“Don't we all.”

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, clearly not in the mood to talk to anyone.

“You're funny,” she chuckled.

“I am?”

“Yes,” she answered with a nod. “I like a man who says exactly what is on his mind.”

“You don’t think I’m rude?”

“Not at all.”

Wow, that was a fucking first. “I’m Wyatt.”

“Stephanie. Nice to meet you, Wyatt.”

“Likewise.”

“I was on my way to get a smoothie.”

“Would you like some company?”

“Sure.”

If it helped me to get my mind off Kenzie, absolutely.

Stephanie was a beautiful woman, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her family was from Iowa and still lived there. She was an accountant for a large accountancy firm in Miami, and she was my age, which made things a lot easier.

We talked for nearly two hours at the smoothie bar, and I was surprised at how easy it was talking to her. She was down to earth, even though I knew she was paid well, but she never boasted about it, which was nice. I had had too many issues with money in the past. She was also very mature and had a great sense of humor. The best thing about her, was that she was a lot like me. She didn't take no for an answer, she said exactly what was on her mind.

 

 

Kenzie

 

“Please come to the gym with me?” Sophia practically begged as I lay on the couch, staring blankly at the television.

“No,” was my answer.

“Oh, come on. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m trying to wallow in misery in peace.”

“Oh my god. Why are you wallowing this time? Is it because of Wyatt?”

“I swear I’m going to hang up on you,” I said as I rolled over and glanced at my phone.

I had Sophia on speaker phone, which I knew she hated, but I didn't care. I was too busy submerging myself in self-pity while eating a tub of ice cream to care.

“Just come with me, please. You’ll feel better.”

“And how exactly will I feel better?”

“Exercise releases endorphins and endorphins make you happy.”

“Where did you hear that?

“It’s a biological fact.”

I rolled my eyes and stretched out my legs on the couch.

“The running will do you good.”

I sighed because I knew that there was no way that Sophia was going to let me be. “Okay fine.”

“Great. Should I come pick you up?”

“No, I’ll drive down. I need to pick up more ice-cream on the way back.”

“You know too much dairy makes you sick.”

“But it’s the only thing that makes me feel better, even if it’s just for a while.”

“You should really get yourself a non-diary comfort food.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Sophia laughed on the other side of the phone and I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you at the gym in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” I groaned and listened as she ended the call.

I dragged myself off the couch, reluctantly of course, and walked to my room. I got dressed in a pair of black gym shorts, a black vest, and my running shoes. I brushed my hair and tied it up in a high ponytail. I grabbed my gym bag, which was already packed and I left my apartment.

I drove to the gym and found a really great parking spot. I spotted Sophia’s red Cadillac parked nearby and headed inside. Sophia lived two minutes away from the gym, which was probably why she loved to go there so often. Usually, she would be the one who came to fetch me on the weekends, but I didn't want to feel more pathetic than I already felt.

I walked through the doors, scanned my membership card and entered the main floor of the gym.

“That was surprisingly fast.”

I looked to my right and saw Sophia with two bottles of water approach me.

“Not as fast as you, but then again, you didn't even have to drive here.”

“Come on,” she said as she rolled her eyes at me and handed me one of the bottles. “Here, I thought you might need this.”

“Vitamin enriched water?”

“It’s really good.”

‘I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anything to possibly get you in a better mood,” she muttered. “Are you on your period?”

“No,” I answered simply, not wanting to talk about that. “Can we just run, please?”

“That’s the spirit,” she cheered.

We walked to the treadmills overlooking the pool and the health bar section and we started to run. For someone who spent her Friday night on the couch eating everything in sight, I did surprisingly well. It was probably my frustration and my anger that fueled me to run the entire ten miles without stopping once. Sophia was as surprised as I was when I finished before she did. The sweat dripped off my chin, but I didn't care. I just ran. I continued until Sophia’s machine beeped and started to slow down. She looked at me with a frown and tilted her head.

“Wow, you’re pushing for fifteen?”

“I’m just running,” I said between breaths.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“This is actually really relaxing.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “We should go have a detox smoothie after we’re done. I hear it helps with recovery, and I think you’re going to need it today.”

“Definitely.” I nodded and lowered my gaze.

It suddenly felt like the wind had been kicked out of my sails, and I couldn't breathe. Down in the health bar, I saw Wyatt talking to a woman with black hair, the way he had talked to me. He looked relaxed and smiled, which was odd. I hadn't seen him in over a week or heard from him for that matter, but I guessed it didn't matter much to him. He didn't need my help anymore. He was doing perfectly fine without me. I tried to look away, tried to think about something else, anything else, but my gaze always went back to him, and the black-haired woman. I had seen her around at the gym a few times before, and she even attended a couple of the yoga classes Sophia and I took once a month – which was supposed to be more often, but we didn’t have the time.

I watched them as they talked, which was harder to watch than I would have liked to admit, but when she handed her phone to him, that’s when I knew. I couldn't watch anymore because if I did, I would either throw a weight at them or key both their cars or something. Either way, I was upset, and I had to get off this treadmill. I pressed stop, and before it even came to a complete stop, I was off it.

“I’m done,” I announced and grabbed my towel.

“Kenz,” I heard Sophia behind me but I headed straight to the locker rooms. I felt nauseated, and I wasn't sure from what exactly, there were too many options at that point. All I was sure about was that if I didn't get to a bathroom very soon, there would be ice cream all over the gym floor. I quickened my stride, as I felt my stomach contract, and barged into the nearest stall. I hunched down over the toilet and it just came out. Ice cream, ice cream, and more ice cream. To be fair, it looked more like milkshakes, but let’s not get into that.

“Oh my God,” Sophia suddenly said behind me as she held my hair. “How much ice cream did you eat?”

“Too much,” I muttered between the heaving.

“Okay, let it all out,” she said in a low tone and rubbed my back, which was surprisingly soothing. “Is she okay?” I heard someone ask from inside the bathroom.

“It’s okay, she’s fine,” Sophia answered them. “She had a good workout.”

I vomited a few more times and I let out an exhausted groan.

“Are you done?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

I raised my head slightly and glared at her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t had sex in ages.”

“Well, something is wrong with you.”

“I had too much dairy, you said so yourself.”

“No, I don't think that’s it.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I am, so you better tell me what’s going on.”

I wiped the side of my mouth and sat down on the tiles, with Sophia crouched beside me. She flushed the toilet, lowered the seat cover and sat down on it, looking at me expectantly.

“I saw him.”

“You saw who?” she asked. “Wyatt?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Down in the health bar.”

“That made you vomit?”

“He was talking to that woman with the black hair who’s in our yoga class.”

“The really flexible one?”

I dry heaved and felt shivers running down my spine as I nodded without saying a word. “They were talking.”

“Maybe that’s all it was. Talking.”

“They exchanged phone numbers.”

"That made you vomit?"

"Maybe."

Sophia sighed and looked at me apologetically. “Honey, you can't let that upset you.”

“Why does it upset me, Soph?”

“Because you like him, but he’s not your boyfriend or anything. You don't own him. He can do whatever he, talk to whoever he wants.”

“I know. I just thought that he liked me too, but it was all just part of the game.”

“I’m sorry, Kenz.”

“It’s okay. I think it’s my own fault though. I should have never gotten so close.”

“You’re only human, you know. I get that you get lonely, I really do, but you’ve got to get out there again.”

“I don't know if I want to. This feeling that I have right now I don't want to feel again ever, and the funny thing is that we didn't even date.” I ran my fingers over my tied hair and shook my head. “Maybe I’m just being stupid. I don't even know anymore. It’s been a while since a guy made me feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Kenz.”

“Then why do I feel that way?”

“It’s from all the vomiting.”

A small smile crept onto my lips and I nodded. “I better lay off the dairy from now on.”

“I think that is a very good idea,” she answered. “And while you’re at it, let's get you off the floor too.”

Some people might think Sophia was a bit of a drama queen or thought too much of herself, which she sometimes did, but if there was one thing that I could say about my best friend, was that she had the biggest heart out of everyone who I’ve met in my life. She was my best friend, my confidant, my pillar of strength and sanity, and she kept me going.

I might look like an easy-going person who didn't have a care in the world, but it was only because I had someone like her to keep me strong. Without her, I’d probably break down and fall on my face.

There were seriously no words in the English – or any – language that could possibly describe how thankful I was to have her in my life.

 

 

Wyatt

 

I couldn't believe that getting a date with Stephanie had been that easy. She was a smart and beautiful woman, who was very easy to talk to. I thought that I would be a blubbering mess and trip over my own feet, but I wasn't.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. I had made reservations at a great restaurant overlooking the Bay and the rest of Miami, and I was excited. Nervous and excited rather. I certainly wanted to make a good impression, hence why I was dressed in one of my favorite designer suits. It was a comfortable fit and I had been told that I looked good in it. I left home, deciding to rather drive myself, as I didn't want her to think that I was showing off. As I mentioned before, Stephanie was very down-to-earth and wasn't boastful in any way. I really liked her for that.

We had gotten to know one another fairly well at the gym’s health bar over the last week, but tonight was our first formal date. Formal, as in official.

I followed the onboard navigation to her house, a beautiful face brick home in the BayHarbor Islands with a rounded driveway, and I parked my car. I walked to the door and pressed the doorbell. After about twenty seconds, the door opened and there she stood, Stephanie Donovan, wearing a long plum colored dress. Her hair was pinned back in an elegant bun and her eyes were luminous.

“Stephanie, you look beautiful,” I said to her.

“Thank you, Wyatt. You look very handsome.”

“Shall we go?”

She nodded at me and we walked to the car. We drove in silence, which felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. It reminded me of something that Kenzie said to me.

“Silences are okay sometimes, as long as they’re comfortable.”

She was right though. Words weren't always necessary.

I frowned to myself as I tried not to think about her. Pretty soon we arrived at the restaurant and I pulled up to the entrance.

“Here we are,” I said to her.

“I’ve heard of this place,” she said with a smile and we climbed out of the car.

I held out my hand to her and she took it without a moment’s hesitation, which was nice.

No games.

Dinner was amazing, as was Stephanie. She had a great laugh, and I couldn't help but join in.

“How is work going, Wyatt?”

“It’s work, you know. Ever since I had the office renovated we are definitely pulling in a bigger crowd of consumers.”

“It’s wonderful what an improved environment can do for clients, and to attract them,” she said with a smile and drank her wine. “I’ve been meaning to spruce up our offices. Who did you use?”

“Astral Designs.”

“I know of them. They’re in Miami Gardens, right?”

“That’s them.”

“I read an article about them. Apparently, they have three of the best interior designers in the whole country working there.”

“They are very good. Our offices turned out better than I had ever imagined.”

“They do look gorgeous,” she said and I looked at her with a frown. “I look at photographs online, I think Calvin had them taken.”

“Yes, that’s why he had the photographer at the office this week. I actually forgot about that,” I said.

“Are you okay?” she asked and placed her hand over mine.

“I’m fine. Work is just busy at the moment and I barely get a chance to breathe with all the new contracts and all the fine print that needs to be dealt with.”

“Calvin and his technicians are probably working around the clock to keep up.”

“It keeps him out of trouble, so that’s fine.”

She chuckled and looked at me. “Thank you, Wyatt.”

“For what?”

“I’m having a wonderful; time with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I answered. “Would you like another drink?”

“Oh no, I couldn't possibly drink another sip. I’m not a drinker at all. A glass of wine on a special occasion, but otherwise, I don't really see the point.”

“Right.”

“Plus, we don't need alcohol to enjoy ourselves, right?”

“Right,” I said with a nod. “What about dessert?”

“Oh, I don't eat dessert.”

“You don't?”

“No. I never do, never have either.”

“I never used to, but about a month ago I sort of started. It was nice.”

“It was?”

“Yes, I don't do it anymore.”

“You’re being oddly cryptic.”

“Have you ever undergone a brief phase in your life that you thought might make your life more interesting?”

“Like eating dessert at a restaurant?”

“Yes.”

“I think I went through something like that in college, but nothing recently,” she answered with a frown. “Maybe you were just trying something new, and you realized that you didn't like it.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. ‘But it’s over now.”

“You’re an interesting man, Wyatt, and you don't need to change yourself. You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

“Thank you, and so are you.”

“I’m very glad that we are spending time together. Being in the age group that we are, we don't fit in anywhere. We’re too old to party with the twenty-year-olds and we’re still too young to party with the older crowd.”

“So, we’re just kind of stuck in the middle.”

“At least we have each other,” she said with a smile.

“Absolutely.”

We talked for a while after dinner and I asked for the bill when she said that she was ready to go. I paid for dinner and I took Stephanie for a drive around the city.

There was still an awkward silence in the car but luckily pulled up into her driveway. I climbed out the car and walked around to open her door. She climbed out and I walked with her to her front door.

“Thank you, Wyatt. I had a wonderful time.”

“So did I, Stephanie.”

“I would really like to see again.”

“I will check my schedule and I will give you a call tomorrow.”

She took my hands in her and smiled at me. She was almost as tall as I was and she looked at me straight in the eyes. She had an expectant look on her face, and I realized that she wanted me to kiss her. Stephanie was a wonderful woman, smart as hell and a few times she had me a little intimidated. She had a terrific sense of humor, similar to mine and the intellectual conversations we had were incredible. She also had extensive travel experience like I had, and we could spend hours talking about our trips to Italy, Cambodia, and Malaysia.

Yet, something was missing.

I was rather confused by this. For the first time in almost ten years, I had taken a woman out to dinner and she had not run for the hills within the first ten minutes.

She tilted her head at me, and I studied her face. As I leaned in slowly, her face turned into Kenzie’s and it confused me even more. Why the hell was I thinking about Kenzie right now?

I stepped back and she frowned at the distance that I put between us.

“Wyatt?” she asked.

“I have to go.”

She let go of my hands and looked at me with a confused look on her face. “Don’t you want to come inside?”

“No, because I might do something that I’ll regret later.”

“What do you think will happen inside?”

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

I turned around and marched back to my car. As I pulled out of her driveway, I saw her glaring angrily at me, but I kept driving.

I was confused as shit as I drove home, but I wasn't really driving home. I drove around the entire Miami, trying to make sense of the crap that was in my mind, but it didn't seem to help. There was only one person who could clear up the nonsensical muddle in my mind.

I swiped the screen on my dashboard and dialed a number. It rang for a while until a groggy voice sounded over the speakers.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Wyatt.”

“Why are you calling me?”

“I need to talk to you. It’s rather urgent. I just came back from a date and I am confused about something. Please, Kenzie.”

Yes, I called her. She was the only one who could explain this to me, hopefully.

“Do you know what time it is, Wyatt?” she asked with an annoyed tone in her voice.

“I am well aware, yes.”

I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone and she said, “What happened?”

“I’d rather tell you in person," I said as I parked the car in the street opposite her apartment building.

“Wyatt, oh my god. I am not meeting you anywhere. Now leave me alone.”

I ran up the stairs and walked briskly down the hallway of her floor. I was pretty impressed with myself that I wasn't even breaking a sweat. “Please, Kenzie.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Could you please open your door?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

It was quiet on the end of the line for a second, and then I heard her footsteps approaching her door. The door opened and glanced at me with wide eyes, her phone still against her ear.

“Hey," I said to her.

“I’ll call you back.” She lowered her phone and slipped it into her pocket. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you. I need your advice. Can I come in?”

“No, you can’t, and I’m not giving you any more advice. We agreed on that.”

“Just this once, please.”

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. She rolled her eyes and stepped aside allowing me to enter her apartment.

My eyes widened slightly at her living area, which wasn't the neatest I had ever seen. The sudden need to tidy up arose, but I willed it away. I had more important things to focus on now. I turned to her and clenched my jaw. She wore a pair of pajama pants with little red hearts on them, with a red vest and her hair was loose, hanging down her shoulders.

“What happened?”

“I was on a date with Stephanie, and everything was perfect. We got along well, and we laughed and had a good time.”

“So what’s the problem?” she asked and folded her arms.

“At the end of the night, I walked her to her door and she expected to be kissed.”

“That doesn't sound like a bad thing, she clearly likes you too.”

“The problem was that all I could think about at that moment was that I’d rather be kissing you.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Kenzie.”

“No, you said it was a mistake. It was a mistake.”

“The only mistake I made was to tell you that it didn't mean anything.”

She glanced at me with tears in her eyes and I stepped closer to her. “What about Stephanie?”

“She’s great, but she’s not you.”

I walked towards her and a tear ran down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb, pulled her close to me and I kissed her.

 

 

Kenzie

 

If someone had told me that my night would get significantly better, I’d tell them to go jump off a cliff. I never expected Wyatt to come to my apartment this time of the night, and I definitely didn't expect him to kiss me. I couldn't lie though, he was an amazing kisser, which equally took me by surprise, and didn’t surprise me at all.

I also knew that being the particular man that he was, he would be incredibly selective over who he would kiss, and that made me feel rather important.

Maybe I should stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment.

The kiss slowly ended, but he still held me against him, and his warm breath on my face made my whole body tingle.

“Wow,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice still as composed as ever. I didn't understand how he stayed so calm and composed, while I was going crazy on the inside.

Then again, he was a professional at composing himself.

“I’ve never been better actually.”

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said and brushed my hair off my face.

“I completely agree,” I said with a nod.

My hands slid down his shoulders and I placed both my palms against his chest. “You look good.”

“So do you,” he whispered.

I chuckled, slightly embarrassed that he was dressed up in a fancy suit and I had my pajamas on. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. “Now, you’re just lying.”

“I don’t lie, remember?” he gallantly reminded me.

“Right,” I said and pulled out of his embrace. “And you think I look good in my pajamas, with messy hair and no makeup?”

“Of course. This is the way you are, and you’re beautiful, with or without your makeup and your clothes.”

My eyebrows shot up and I chuckled. “Oh really.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. Thank you. You’re sweet.”

A small smile ran across his lips and he studied me for a few seconds. I suddenly yawned and turned away. I didn't think I looked particularly beautiful when I yawned, but then again, no-one did.

“I should go.”

“What? Why?”

“You were sleeping, and I woke you. You should get back to that?”

“No, please stay,” I said and walked up to him again.

“And do what?” he asked.

I bit my bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. “We could talk.”

“Talking is good.”

“Maybe we could even kiss again?” I suggested and held my hand out to him.

“I’d like that,” he said, took my hand and followed me to the couch. We sat down and he turned to me. “Your apartment is interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?”

“Yes, I’m still searching for a more accurate word.”

“It’s nothing like your house though.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” he said and frowned apologetically at me. “A little. Is it always this untidy?”

“You sound like my dad, and that’s not sexy.”

“I wasn't trying to be sexy.”

“You’re dressed in a suit, sitting on my couch this time of the night. Of course you’re trying to be sexy.”

“It wasn't intentional.”

I chuckled and shook my head again. He was funny in a blunt and innocent way.

“You probably don’t have cleaners, do you?”

“No, I mostly tidy up if it gets out of hand.”

He looked around him and frowned. “And it’s not out of hand right now?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Please don't take this the wrong way, but how do you live like this?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and pursed my lips. “It doesn't really bother me. It’s untidy, it’s not dirty.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No. I’m not a slob.”

“I didn't say you were.”

“I’m an artist, okay.”

“That excuses you from living in a clean environment?”

“It excuses me from living in a pristinely neat and tidy environment.”

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“When I walk in here, I feel at home. I feel comfortable, and most importantly, I feel inspired.”

“I feel like I should start cleaning and packing everything away.”

“Don’t you dare. I don’t make your place untidy.”

“That’s true. Although you did create a really sticky mess on my bar counter with all those tequila shots.”

“I don't even remember that.”

“You were pretty drunk.”

“Excuse me, we both were.”

“I don't usually drink tequila.”

“It was fun, that night. We should do it again sometime.”

“I actually thought we could skip the tequila next time.”

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I don't know. I’m still thinking about it.”

“Okay,” I answered and tilted my head at him. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, no thank you. I should really get going.”

“Yeah, I can tell you really should get going,” I retorted.

Wyatt glanced at me and squeezed my hand. “I know, but I should go.”

I nodded because a part of me knew that it would just mess up his entire routine – shit, it sounded like I thought of him as a toddler – and I didn't want that. I knew what he was like and I didn't want to make life harder for him.

We walked to the door and I opened it. “Thank you, for coming by.”

“I had to, you know. I had to tell you that you ruined my date.”

“Oh, my apologies.”

“I’m sure I’ll forgive you quickly.”

“I hope so.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“You promise?”

“I never make promises that I don't intend on keeping.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

He pulled me close to him again, but very briefly this time and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Good night, Kenzie.”

“Good night, Wyatt.”

He stepped through the door and proceeded down the hallway. I closed the door, and leaned against it, feeling dizzy and flustered.

“Did that really happen?” I whispered to myself. I glanced around my apartment and sighed. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I walked back to my room, switching off the lights. “If this was just a dream, I’m going to be so pissed off.”

I opened my eyes as the morning rays peeked through my curtains and I groaned slightly. I was not a morning person, and everyone who knew me steered clear of me. Except for Sophia, she wasn't fazed with my grumpiness at all. We’ve definitely been friends for too long now.

I rolled over on my back and stretched out. Suddenly it hit me and I sat up quite abruptly.

Wyatt kissed me last night!

It wasn't a dream!

I let out a chuckle and fell back on the pillows behind me.

It all seemed so surreal to me as I stood in the kitchen a few minutes later, drinking my freshly brewed coffee. I still couldn't actually believe that it really happened. I glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed to myself.

Forty minutes later, I stepped into the office, with a big smile. I couldn't really help it, it just appeared every time I thought about him, and the kiss, and him in that amazing suit, and just the expression on his face when I opened the door. It was just so hard to believe that he would show up at my door. He and I were so different, what on Earth could he possibly see in me?

“Good morning, Kenzie,” Dolores said suddenly and I glanced to my right.

“Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile.

She glanced at me oddly but did not say a word. I walked to my office and went inside. I was at my desk for almost thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said as I paged through the sample booklet, arranging the samples according to their categories.

I heard the door open, and I glanced up at Dolores standing in the doorway. “Hey.”

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

She closed the door and sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk. “I know that I am just your boss, but you can tell me if there is something wrong with you.”

I chuckled and shook my head, placing the last few samples back in the booklet. “Nothing is wrong, I swear.”

“Then why are you so happy?”

“Am I not allowed to be happy?”

She glanced at her watch and shook her head. “Not this early.”

I shrugged and closed the booklet. “I just had a good night last night.”

She studied my face for a second and narrowed her eyes. “Well, whatever you did, I am glad.”

I laughed with amusement and said, “Thanks, Dolores.”

She stood up and walked to the door. “Oh, Mrs. Lanter rescheduled her appointment.”

“That’s okay.”

“That’s the third time in two weeks,” she said to me.

“She probably had another emergency.”

Dolores glanced at me in disbelief and I frowned at her. “What?”

“Normally you’d have something snarky to say.”

“Not today.”

“Right, not today,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Whoever made you this happy needs a medal,” she said before leaving my office.

I smiled to myself and sat back in my chair. I reached for my phone, but before I could get to it, it rang. It made me jump slightly and I reached for it.

“Kenzie Morris,” I said.

“Why is your phone off?” my mother said on the line

“Is it?” I frowned and dug around in my handbag.  “Oh, crap.”

Sure enough, my phone was dead, and I quickly plugged it into its charger.

“Why do you even have a phone of it’s off?” she asked.

“Don’t start with me please, I’m in too good a mood.”

“You’re in a good mood?”

“Yes.”

“Isn't it a bit early for that?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. It sucked when people knew me too well. “I just woke up happy.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Are you sure? Because if it involves a man-”

“So, I’m going to stop you right there. It doesn't involve anything. Can I not just be happy for no reason?”

“It sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”

“Oh my god.”

“Anyway, your father and I were just wondering if you’re joining us at the lake for the Fourth of July weekend?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I’ve missed the last two years, so I have to go. It’s tradition,” I answered. “Is Dillon going as well?”

“He said that he was.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to invite Sophia along?” my mother asked.

Every year, since I could remember, our family went to Smith Mountain Lake in Union Hall, Virginia for Independence weekend. My parents had their house at the lake that they rent out throughout the rest of the year, but every year they would go for a weekend, sometimes even a week. It would always be a fun-filled weekend, and normally Sophia would come along. This year, however, I wasn't sure who I wanted to take along yet.

It was still a few months away, but knowing my mother, all the arrangements needed to be made as soon as possible.

“I don't know whether she’s already got plan, but I will ask her.”

“I could call her if you want me to, if you’re too busy,” she offered.

“No, I’ll ask her at gym tonight.”

“Are you still going?”

“Yes, mother.”

“That’s surprising.”

“And why exactly do you say that?”

“Oh come on, honey. I didn't mean anything by it, but we both know you’re not the athletic type.”

“Yes, and your constant reminders don’t make me feel any better about my nonathletic body, Mother.”

“What happened to your good mood?”

“I wonder.”

“I’d better go.”

“Yeah, I think that might be best.”

“Have a wonderful day, Honey. I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

I hung up the phone and rubbed my temples, wondering why my mother always had to be so infuriating.

I shook off the negative vibe she gave me and closed my eyes for a few seconds, while I took a few deep breaths. When I opened my eyes, I felt much better, and I was ready to work.

When I glanced at the clock it was just after 12 o’clock and I stood up for a bit, stretching out my legs. This was the part of my job that I hated; being cooped up in an office, sitting at a desk. At least I was designing, so it didn't feel that arbitrary. My phone rang, for probably the hundredth time today, and I answered it.

“Kenzie Morris.”

“Hello, it’s me. Wyatt.”

“Hey, you. I wondered when you were going to call.”

“I told you I’d call.”

Right, he wasn't like other men. When he said he’d call, he actually meant it. “Yes, you did.”

“How are you?”

“I’m doing much better right now. Work has been a bit arbitrary today.”

“I know the feeling. I’ve been in and out of meetings the entire day.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. How do you handle meetings so well?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re tactlessly blunt, so how are you the one who has to deal with people and Calvin doesn't?”

“I know everything there is to know about my job, and I observe people well. I also get along with people who speak the same language as I do, business-wise.”

“Oh, so you’re only socially retarded when it comes to women and people you don’t know.”

“Basically yes.”

“Okay, that clears it up a bit.”

“Is this what you think about when you’re alone?”

“Wouldnt you like o know what I think about when I’m alone.”

“I thought you just told me.”

Oh dear. “Anyway,  how are you?”

“I’m fine. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Like a date?”

“Yes.”

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

“That would be great.”

“Fantastic. I’ll have Porter pick you up at seven.”

“That’s perfect. What should I wear?” I asked.

“Whatever you want.”

“So I can wear my pajamas with the little red hearts?”

“Although those are adorable, I think you’d better dress up a bit more than that.”

“Okay. Are heels okay?”

“Sure. I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“You too.”

 

 

Wyatt

 

She said yes.

A relieved sigh escaped my throat as I placed the handset back on the base and smiled to myself. I had been incredibly nervous when I asked her to go to dinner with me. I was deathly afraid that she would say no, but then again there was no reason for her to decline.

I sat back in my chair and I tried to think of where I wanted to take her. I could ask Hannah for advice, but then she’d know that I was taking Kenzie out on a date. Then again, I could always pretend that it wasn't for me.

I dialed her number on the keypad, and a few seconds later she came in through the door of the office.

“Mr. Pearce, you called?”

“I need your advice, Hannah. Close the door please.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly and stepped closer to my desk. “What kind of advice?”

“You’re a classy woman, right?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“If a could go anywhere on a date, where would you go?”

“Are you taking Stephanie out on a date again?”

“Well...”

“So last night went well, I assume.”

“Please answer the question.”

“On a sunset cruise?”

“You know I have motion sickness, Hannah.”

“Right,” she cringed. “What about Romero’s Cafe? They’re ideal for picky eaters such as yourself, and it’s pretty private and intimate.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Should I make you a reservation, sir?”

“Please.”

“At eight?”

“Seven thirty.”

She glanced at me with a frown and tilted her head. “It’s always eight o’clock.”

“I’m spicing it up a bit.”

She frowned again but nodded. “Very well, sir,” she said simply and left my office.

I carried on with the rest of my workload for today, being interrupted countless times by either my phone ringing, or by either Calvin coming into my office, or Hannah. I didn't really mind being interrupted today but definitely would have liked the day to pass by quicker than it was at the moment. I was already mentally preparing myself for my date with Kenzie, and even though Hannah thought it was for Stephanie, I didn't really feel the need to explain to her what the real story was.

My heart sank to my shoes when I realized that I probably had to explain myself to Stephanie. She had no idea what had happened, and it would probably be rude of me not to contact her again. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contact list, to her name. I hesitated for a second and decided against calling her. I sent her a text instead.

Some people might call me an asshole for texting her, but I couldn't call her. I wanted to avoid the awkward confrontation, and I definitely would not have met her somewhere to explain to her. I apologized for leaving so abruptly and that I wasn't quite ready for a relationship at this point. I used the most cliched and possibly the lamest line that I could think of. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’

She would obviously think it was just a bullshit excuse, but I sent it anyway. I didn't really wait for her to reply, I just blocked her number immediately.

Yes, I was a coward.

An awkward coward, but a coward nonetheless.

I sat in silence for a few minutes, until there was a knock on my door and it opened even before I could answer.

It was Hannah, and she let herself inside, closing the door behind her. She had an accusatory glance on her face.

“What did you do?” she asked and crossed her arms.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, but I knew Hannah saw straight through me.

“I just received an angry phone call from a very confused Stephanie.”

“Oh, really? What did she want?”

“She wanted to know what kind of a man sends a text to say that he’s not ready for a relationship.”

“Really.”

“What the hell is going on? You just asked me to make reservations for you.”

“I know.”

“Who are you having dinner with, Wyatt?”

“I do not have to explain myself to you.”

“Oh yes, you do.”

“I’m having dinner with Kenzie.”

“Kenzie?”

“Yes.”

A flood of mixed expressions flashed across Hannah’s face – confusion, disbelief, relief, anger, happiness, every one you could possibly think of. Even betrayal.

“Hannah, I’m sorry I didn't tell you. I actually didn't want to tell anyone.”

“Why not?” she asked me.

“Because I was afraid that you’d try to talk me out of it.”

“Why on Earth would I do that? She’s great.”

“That’s what you said about Stephanie.”

“Yeah, I kind of lied to you about her. She wasn't right for you.”

“Then why didn't you say anything?”

“Because it was none of my business. I may be in charge of your business life, but your personal life is your personal Hannah-free zone.”

“Thank you, Hannah. That means a lot to me.”

“Wait, you’re not off the hook yet. How the hell did this thing with you and Kenzie happen? I mean I saw it coming a mile away, but how did it go from the last time she was here, almost in tears, to you two going on a date to an incredibly intimate and romantic restaurant?” she asked and sat down in the chair opposite my desk.

“I took Stephanie home after our dinner and she invited me in. I said that I couldn’t and when she wanted to kiss me or expected me to kiss her, the only person I could think of was Kenzie.”

“I knew it.”

“Anyway, I drove to her apartment-”

“To Kenzie’s apartment?”

“Yes, and I told her what I just told you.”

“You did?”

“Yes, and then I kissed her.”

“Oh my god,” Hannah shrieked and covered her mouth with both her hands.

“Okay, enough with the shrieking.”

“What did she say?”

“We talked for a while and then I left.”

Hannah smiled proudly at me and tilted her head.

“What?”

“I am so happy for you, Wyatt,” she beamed. “Kenzie is exactly what you need in your life.”

“Why do you think that?”

“She understands you, and she doesn't care about your hang-ups.”

“I’m pretty sure she has hang-ups of her own.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because apparently, we all have some sort of hangup. People just don't talk about it.”

Hannah smiled at me and nodded. “She’s a smart woman.”

“That’s what I thought as well.”

“I have an idea. Why don't you go home early to prepare for your date?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Should I have a special suit delivered to your house?”

“No, I had my Armani dry cleaned early this morning.”

“You’re going with the Armani, are you? Smart choice. Although...”

“Although what?”

“Kenzie doesn't strike me as the type of woman who is impressed by material things, Wyatt.”

“I know, but isn't a first date supposed to be special?”

“Memorable doesn't always mean expensive.”

She was right, I suppose, but I didn't want to risk it. I wanted to do things my way, and if that meant spending a small fortune on her on a first date, then so be it.

“But I’m sure she’s going to love it.”

“Thank you for being supportive, Hannah.”

“Anytime,” she answered with a wink.

“Oh, Hannah,” I said as she was about to turn.

“Yes, Wyatt?”

“I would appreciate it if you didn't mention anything to Calvin,” I said to her. “I know he’s taken a bit of an interest in her.”

“Why not just tell him, to set the record straight that she’s not available to him?”

“Because my brother is as persistent as he is irresponsible.”

“That is true, but don't you think he deserves to know the truth before he tries to pursue her?”

The thought of Calvin flirting with her made me more upset than I initially thought I would, but I wasn't exactly ready to tell him about me and Kenzie.

Maybe I was just worried about it for no reason, or maybe I was just being cautious.

What if tonight was destined to go horribly wrong?

What if she realized that I was too much work and effort for her to handle?

What if-

“You’re doing it again,” Hannah said, interrupting my thoughts at exactly the right time.

“Doing what?”

“Over-analyzing your entire life.”

“I was not,” I said, pouting like a child.

“I’ve known you for a while now, Wyatt.”

“I know. You know me better than I know myself sometimes.”

“Don’t sulk. It’s a good thing,” she said with a wink.

“I suppose.”

“You should really stop doubting yourself as well, Wyatt. You’re a successful, handsome one of a kind man who has a lot more to offer than you think you do. Everything will go amazingly and she’ll love everything about tonight.”

“Thanks, Hannah.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She turned away and opened the door of my office. “I still think you should tell him.”

“I will, after tonight.”

She pursed her lips, nodded slightly and left the office. I switched off my computer, stood up from my desk and slipped on my jacket. I was just about ready to leave when Calvin casually walked into the office.

“Where are you going?”

“I have plans tonight, and I need to run a few errands before.”

“What plans?”

“Dinner plans.” I wasn't lying.

“With who?”

“You’re always so nosey.”

“Right,” he muttered and handed me a file. “Mason Corp’s proposal is ready.”

“Put it on my desk. I’ll look at it tomorrow first thing.”

He narrowed his eyes at me and walked to my desk. “Your dinner plans must be with a very important person, for you to skip out on work early, and postpone proposal overview until tomorrow. Usually, you do it immediately.”

“Some things take priority above others.”

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

“Who is the dinner with? A potential new client?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll hold the door for you, Commander.”

I frowned at him and shook my head. My brother, despite his apparent outgoing personality, was a real geek. He referenced his favorite television series more often than what I was comfortable with, and frankly, I didn't understand any of it. He had tried to explain it on multiple occasions and even attempted to get me hooked on it as well, but it was not for me. The first episode was filled with nudity and violence, and even though I appreciated a beautiful woman, that was a little too much nudity for my liking. If I was into that, then I might as well watch pornography, which I didn't, just in case anyone wondered.

I left work, went passed the barber shop to get my hair cut. Not because of the date, but I was due for a haircut. My hair was one of the things that irritated me often, as it grew very fast, especially around the ears, which in turn brought on a new level of irritation. I had been going to the same stylist for the last ten years, and he knew exactly how I liked my hair to be cut and styled. Frankly, the man was a genius, and he respected my need to have it done exactly the same way. I didn't even have to say anything to him anymore. He just knew, which suited me perfectly. I felt better once it was cut, but had to go home immediately. Just the thought that there might be loose hairs on my neck made me itchy and uncomfortable, and the only way for me not to feel itchy was to take a shower. My shower head had a special setting that I used on my neck, to ensure that there would be absolutely no loose bits hairs left on my body.

Yes, I was that anal about it.

At home, I took a shower and shaved, spending about half an hour making sure that my two sideburns were the same length. People might think this was a trivial thing, but to me, it wasn’t.

I liked or rather thrived on symmetry. Both sides had to be exactly the same, or it would just feel and look wrong. I once dated a woman whose hair was cut slightly shorter on the one side than the other. Apparently, it was a new style, but I couldn't look at her when she had her hair down. Frankly, I couldn't even look at her when her hair was up because I knew the one side was longer than the other, and that just made me very uncomfortable. Luckily for me, she found me a bit too intense and we parted ways. I think that I was actually better off because I certainly did not need that kind of discomfort in my life.

I took my time getting dressed, ensuring that everything was perfect, including my hair, my clothes, and my shoes. I didn't buy her flowers, as I never bought flowers. They’re too disposable, they cost too much, and they would die within a few days, leaving a pungent stench and a mess of crumbled dead leaves and petals behind.

At seven o’clock exactly, Porter parked the limousine in front of Kenzie’s apartment building and I went inside. The elevator took me to the seventh floor and I walked along the hallway to the apartment. I stopped in front of her door and as I was about to knock, I hesitated.

I didn't really know why.

Maybe I was absolutely terrified of knocking.

Maybe I was terrified that she wouldn't like the way I looked.

Maybe I was terrified that she would run for the hills.

No, I had to stop thinking all these things. If she didn't like me, she would not have agreed to go on this date in the first place.

I took a deep breath, composing myself and knocked on the door. A few seconds passed and I knocked again, hoping that she didn't change her mind. To my relief, which was ridiculous when I thought about it the door opened.

Very few things had me in complete awe, but Kenzie standing in front of me wearing a short fitted black dress took the wind entirely out of my sails. The dress fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves, and I studied her for a second. Her hair was pinned to the side with a few loose pieces framing her face. I looked her over and my eyes came to a rest on her bright red heels. I tilted my head and a small smile lingered on my lips.

“Hey,” she said with a smile.

My eyes averted back to her face and I said, “Hello.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course,” I said with a slight stutter. “You just...”

“What?” she asked.

“You just kind of blew me away,” I admitted. “I like your shoes.”

“You do? You don’t think they’re too much?”

“Not at all. Red is actually my favorite color.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not particularly fond of it, but it works with the dress.”

“It definitely works,” I agreed. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I just need to get my bag. Come on in,” she said and headed back into the apartment.

I stepped into her apartment and was pleasantly surprised that it was much tidier than it was last night. I smiled slightly at her brown leather couches who had colorful tie-dyed throws on them. It was completely different to what I was used to, but then again, Kenzie was different to all the women who I have ever dated.

Even though I had not known her for very long, I knew that she was very spontaneous and creative, free-spirited and funny. She had a very intoxicating laugh, and when she spoke of things she loved, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Wyatt?” she asked me, and I realized that I had stared at her colorful throws for a while now.

I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you ready to go?”

I glanced at my watch and nodded. “Yes, we need to go.”

We left her apartment and as we stepped into the elevator, she glanced at me and tilted her head. “I like your suit.”

“So do I,” I answered, but cringed slightly and looked at her apologetically. “Thank you.”

“That’s better,” she winked at me. “Compliments should always be accepted.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She smiled broadly and as the elevator reached the bottom floor and the doors opened, we stepped out into the lobby.

Porter was still parked outside beside the curb and I stepped out in front of her to open the door.

She winked at me as she climbed into the Escalade and I climbed in after her.

“So where are we going?” she asked me as Porter drove us to the restaurant.

“Somewhere nice,” was my answer.

“I don't doubt that for a second. You have really great taste,” she said and lightly touched the sleeve of my jacket.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Before long, the SUV came to a stop and the door opened. Porter stood outside and glanced at me with a crooked grin.

“Thank you, Porter,” I said to him as both me and Kenzie climbed out of the car and he closed the door.

“Always a pleasure, sir.”

We entered the restaurant and we were escorted to our table. It was in a very secluded and intimate corner, which I liked, as there was absolutely no traffic. The lights were dimly lit, and there was a fireplace that kept the area warm and cozy.

“Wow, this is really nice,” she said as she glanced around her and we sat down.

The waitress came by immediately and said, “Good evening. My name is Tina and I am your waitress for the evening. Would you like anything to drink to start off with?”

I glanced at Kenzie expectantly and allowed her to choose.

She chuckled and glanced at Tina. “We’ll have two glasses of your finest Bordeaux, please.”

“Very good choice, Ma’am.”

Tina left the table swiftly and I glanced at Kenzie.

“Is there a problem?”

“Bordeaux?”

“Yes. Don’t you like it?”

“I am not opposed to it, but it does affect me somewhat.”

“It affects you somewhat?” she chuckled. “Does wine make you drunk, Wyatt Pearce?”

“Sometimes.”

“I'll keep that in mind,” she said with a smirk.

“I didn't think you’d like wine.”

“Why not?”

“You didn't seem the type.”

“And what type is that?”

“Well, you’re certainly not a pink-drink kind of woman. You like tequila and whiskey, dessert and dream catchers.”

“So I can’t be a wine drinker?”

“Apparently you can be anything you want,” I shrugged.

“Exactly,” she smiled and placed her hand over mine. The warmth of her skin made mine tingle and I swear I could sit this way forever.

When the waitress returned with two glasses and a bottle of Bordeaux, however, I withdrew my hand and she looked at me briefly with a frown on her face. Tina placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and asked, “Would you like to sample it first?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Thank you,” Kenzie answered.

“Chef Roland will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” Kenzie aid again and she turned to me as the waitress left us alone.

“If you’re wondering, I’m not a big fan of public displays of affection.”

“Right, so if I had to sit on your lap right now and kiss the crap out of you, you’d be embarrassed?

“I would,” I said. “Although that is a very appealing thought.”

She laughed and shook her head at me. “You’re a strange one, Wyatt Pearce.”

“Like I’ve never heard that before.”

“I like it though. Normal people are boring, don’t you think?” she asked with a wink.

“Right,” he answered with a nod.

“So how are things at the office? Are you still enjoying the new and improved space?” she asked.

“Of course. We all are. The company’s productivity is through the roof.”

“That’s good to hear. I believe a thank you is in order,” she hinted.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. “But I have to admit, the office is a bit lonely without you.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was nice having you there, I had someone other than Hannah who had my back.”

She giggled and took my hand. “I did enjoy it there at your offices.”

“Maybe I could offer you a job at my company.”

“And do what?”

“You don’t necessarily have to do anything, you can just be there.”

“Spoken like a true billionaire.”

“I know, right.”

She laughed and shook her head. “As tempting as that may sound, I’m going to have to pass. I love what I do, and I can’t imagine doing anything else. Besides, not being with you, means that I get to look forward to the times when I am with you.”

“You made an excellent point, but my offer still stands.”

“I bet it will stand for a long time.”

I was about to make a witty retort, but the head chef of the restaurant arrived at our table.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Pearce,” he greeted with a smile.

“Oh, no. It’s Mr. Pearce and Miss Morris.”

The chef looked at us in confusion and clasped his hands together. “My sincerest apologies.”

“That’s okay,” she said and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I am Roland,” the chef said in a thick European accent. “I am the head chef here at Romero’s. What we offer you is a very special experience, as we have no menu, and you tell us what your preferences are, and we custom make you a five-course dining experience.”

“That sounds amazing,” Kenzie said and glanced at me.

“Miss Morris, what are your preferences?” the chef asked.

“I’m allergic to nuts, and black pepper, so none of that, please. Preference wise, I’m really not picky, except for steak should be well-done.”

“You are very easy when it comes to food.””

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said with a cringe.

The chef laughed and turned to me. “And you, sir?”

“Well, where do I begin?” I joked, but I was actually being serious. “No seafood, shellfish or exotic fish of any kind.”

“Do you also have an allergy, sir?”

“No, I just don’t like it.”

“Very well.”

“No spinach, or corn, or cauliflower for that matter, and make sure that my steak is medium to well-done. I don’t like overcooked meat.”

The chef glanced at me with a frown as I listed the rest of my preferences, which made me sound like the most difficult person ever.

I shot a brief glance at Kenzie, who studied me with a frown as she slowly sipped her glass of wine.

Oh no, was I being a total jerk by being difficult?

Was I boring her?

 

 

Kenzie

 

Wyatt was so hilarious and cute, but obviously, I couldn't start laughing like a crazy person. He’d be offended and embarrassed if I did that, and I definitely did not want to ruin my date with this gorgeous man. For a guy, he sure had pretty specific taste when it came to food, but luckily we were in the right restaurant. I cocked my head to the side when he started explaining that his cutlery had to be immaculately clean, and his glassware for that matter, otherwise he would send it back.

I had to hand it to him, at least he knew exactly what he wanted.

After Wyatt was done, the chef retreated back to the kitchen and I glanced at him, not saying anything just yet.

“You must be thinking what the hell did you get yourself into.”

“Not really.”

“Then what are you thinking?”

“It nice to go out with a man who actually knows exactly what he wants,” she said, and her words surprised me.

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

Dinner was amazing and I enjoyed every second of it. Wyatt had a filet mignon and a whole bunch of stuff I haven't even heard of, and the chef prepared me an amazing chicken dish with green vegetables and salad. I had never tasted anything as delicious in my entire life.

We drank some more wine, and Wyatt seemed to ease up a bit as well. He almost seemed like he was really enjoying himself. He told me about how he and Calvin started up their business seven years ago, and I was amazed at how well they did in that short time. The company was an overnight success, and Wyatt and Calvin were billionaires because of it.

“So it’s just you and Calvin? No other siblings?”

“No, I think my parents wanted to stop after Calvin.”

“He can be a bit much, can’t he?”

“Yeah, he made it his life’s mission to provoke me.”

“Don't worry, I’ll kick his ass.”

“No way. He’ll probably like that way too much,” he muttered.

“What did he say about us having dinner?”

“I didn't tell him.”

“You didn't?” I asked and he shook his head. “Why not?”

“Because it’s got nothing to do with him. What I do in my private time is none of his business.”

“I respect that. Relationships are between the two people who are actually in a relationship.”

“Are we in a relationship?”

I opened my mouth to respond and I came up empty. I chuckled and touched my chin. “You tell me.”

“Hey, slow down,” he joked. “This is our first date.”

“It doesn't feel like it though.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s so much easier.”

“Right, but that’s probably because we’ve had lunch a few times before. We got drunk together as well, so, it will be easy. This isn’t like the very first time.”

“Shit, I hope not.”

I burst out laughing and nodded. “No fake emergency, I promise.”

“Good,” he said smugly. “What about you? Any siblings?”

“I have an older brother, he’s a programmer or something. He’s really good though. He said he applied for a job when you guys just started out, but he never got in.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “His name is Dillon.”

Wyatt glanced at me with a frown and sat back in his chair. “Dillon is your brother. Dillon Morris?”

“Do you know him?”

“He’s older than you, right?”

“Eight years, yeah. How did you know that?” I asked.

"Oh, nothing," he mumbled and drank his wine.

Something fucking fishy is going on here because now Wyatt knew Dillon as well. "Tell me."

“We went to the same school.”

“You went to Miami Sunset?”

“Home of the Knights,” he said proudly.

“Oh my god. I never knew that.”

“It never really came up though.”

“I know, but, wow. Another stupid coincidence.”

“I know.”

“So you don’t know Dillon?”

“Not really. We probably had a few classes together. I can’t really remember.”

“Right. It was a big school though. I didn't even know most of the kids in my year either,” I said.

The waitress brought our desserts and just when she was about to place Wyatt’s in front of him, he raised his hand. “None for me, thank you.”

“No, he’ll take some,” I said to the waitress.

She looked a bit confused and I nodded at her. She placed the desserts in front of us and hastily made her way back to the kitchen.

“I told you, I don’t eat dessert.”

“I know, but you’re trying it.”

“No.”

“Just this once.”

“No.”

“Just one bite, Wyatt. Please.”

“No.”

“Do it for me.”

That usually did the trick.

“Fine, but just one bite.”

I smiled happily and watched as he eyed the dessert on his plate. It looked like a large block of caramel, with a shiny marbled design on the top. He ran his dessert fork down the edge of it, removing a sliver and took a bite.

“One bite,” he said, eyeing me.

“That doesn't even count as half a bite.”

“I had my bite.”

“Okay, fine. How was it?”

“It was sweet.”

“And?”

“And you can take it home with you after.”

“Are you still talking about the dessert?”

“Yes,” he answered with a slight smirk.

“Right,” I said and pouted slightly.

“You like to flirt with me.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re passed the stage where everything is awkward,” I said with a shrug and took a bite of my dessert.

The white chocolate melted in my mouth and I let out a seductive and satisfied moan. Wyatt glanced at me in a strange way and I pursed my lips.

“You’re really enjoying that, aren't you?”

“You are so observant,” I answered and bit my bottom lip. “Would you like to try some? It’s white chocolate and yogurt ganache.”

“No, I’m fine just sitting here watching you enjoy that.”

“Who’s flirting now?”

He shrugged wordlessly but kept watching me. It would have been creepy if he didn't have a smoldering hot look on his face, and I purposely ate slower, because as much as he loved watching me eat, the more I liked being watched by him.

It was incredibly sensual, the taste of the chocolate, the smell of his cologne and the look in his eyes.

I could probably get off just by him looking at me, which would be the ultimate for me. Just thinking about getting intimate with him made me feel hot, honestly. I didn't really predict that it would happen anytime soon, which wasn't an issue for me. As long as I could still think about it, then I would be fine until it did.

I hope.

He seriously had to stop looking at me like that, or there would be severe consequences.

The good kind obviously.

I twirled my fork and looked at him. “What?”

“I like watching you.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Suddenly his phone rang in his pocket and his jaw clenched. He took it out of his pocket and switched it off. “I’m sorry.”

“You could have answered,” I shrugged nonchalantly. I honestly didn't mind, although it would be kind of rude to do that while out on a date.

“No, trust me. I couldn't have.”

“Was it Calvin?”

“No, worse.”

I frowned and tilted my head at him.

“My mother.”

“Wow, right. That is worse.”

“I told you,” he muttered. He then glanced at me and to my surprise touched my hand. “Look, I don’t want you to think that I don't want to tell my family about you, but-”

“I get it, Wyatt. It’s our first date, and you just want to enjoy it without your family putting pressure on you, because I know I don't need any more pressure from my parents in that aspect of my life.”

“So, you know how I feel.”

“Unfortunately yes. My mother will start arranging my bridal shower if I told her that I was on a date.”

“It sounds to me like our mothers would get along well.”

“Let’s not get into that right now.”

“Right.”

We talked a bit more about our likes and dislikes, and we realized that we’re two very different people, despite having gone to the same high school, and lived in the same city our entire lives.

Even though I probably imagined it, every time I spoke about Dillon, Wyatt became quiet. I wasn't imagining it, I tested it out.

Maybe he tried to recall Dillon, but like he said it was a long time ago.

He couldn't be hiding anything from me; he couldn’t lie.

I eventually decided just to leave it alone. Maybe I was overstepping certain first date boundaries, of which I knew absolutely nothing about. Even though I am an extrovert who loved to be social and people around me, I was not a pro in dating, as can be deduced from my lack of being able to keep a man interested for longer than a month. It all started on my twenty-third birthday. I think I was cursed or something because, from that day, everything just went to absolute shit.

About twenty minutes later, we left the restaurant and it had been the best dining experience that I had ever had. The food was amazing, not to even mention the service. The staff went out of their way to ensure that we were more than happy, and even Wyatt was happy at the end of it all, which was a really big deal.

We were on our way back to my apartment building and I glanced over at him sitting beside me. I shifted closer to him and placed my hand in his, pressing my fingers into the gaps between his.

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

“It is, but only if you come a little closer.”

Wow, I didn't expect that, but I did it before he changed his mind.

I rested my head on his shoulder and he whispered in my ear, “Thank you for a great evening.”

“It’s not over yet, is it?”

“What else did you have in mind?”

I sat up and said to Porter, “Excuse me, Porter?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Can you drive us to Hollywood Beach? Please?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Hollywood Beach?” he asked and I glanced at him.

“It’s been too nice of a night to end it off now.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I thought we could take a walk down the beach.”

“A walk?”

“Yes.”

“On the actual sand?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Why don’t we just go back to my house and we can sit on the deck? I restocked the bar with tequila.”

“No, I want to take a walk with you on the beach.”

“It’s a bit of a cliché.”

“Says the man who had never taken a walk on the beach.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?”

I raised my eyebrows at him and shook my head.

“Okay, fine. We’ll do whatever you want to do.”

“Thank you,” I said to him.

He reached out to touch my cheek and brushed a strand of hair off my face.

The Escalade came to a stop and I climbed out without even giving Porter, Or Wyatt the chance to open the door. “Come on.”

He climbed out and said something to Porter, which I couldn't really hear, and he joined me on the curb. There were steps leading to the beach and I sat down on the concrete seating, slipping off my shoes.

“You’re walking barefoot?”

“Wyatt, have you ever seen someone walk on the sand with these kinds of shoes?” I asked and held up my heels.

“I don’t think so.”

“I would snap my ankles right off if I had to do that.”

“Well, there is a hospital nearby, and Porter can get us there in five minutes-”

“Just take off your shoes,” I said and rolled my eyes.

He sighed and sat down beside me, taking off his shoes and socks. I glanced down at his feet and smiled.

“What?”

“This is the first time I see your feet.”

“Feel flattered.”

“I do,” I said with a smile, and pulled a few pins from my hair, letting it fall down onto my shoulders. Having my hair pinned up made me feel rather uptight and formal, which was nice sometimes, but not at the beach.

I stood up and walked down the steps, which led to the sand. I stepped onto the sand, which was still surprisingly warm from the sun that had set quite a few hours ago. I held out my hand and watched as he glanced at me with an expression of both disgust and anxiety. I let out a chuckle and shook my head. “Come on.”

With a clenched jaw, he joined me on the sand and together we walked along the beach.

“It’s so beautiful here, especially after the sunset.”

“It’s not the safest place-” he said and glanced around him.

“You are way too uptight.”

“What’s your point?”

“I haven’t been here in such a long time, but it still looks exactly the same.”

“Well, it’s the beach. It’s not going to change much,” he pointed out dryly.

“Are you purposely trying to be a spoilsport?”

“Not purposely,” he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes with a smile and felt the nostalgia crash over me. “When I was little, my mom and dad would take me to this very beach, and I’d build sand castles, over by those rocks over there,” I said and pointed to the dark rocks in the distance. It felt like yesterday actually, and I couldn't believe that it had been so long. Then I remembered the time when Dillon and I jumped the waves, and I almost drowned. A shiver ran up my spine and I crossed my arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking about all those times at the beach with my family.”

Unlike Wyatt, I didn't feel the need to share everything with him on the first date.

“Do you see them often?” he asked me.

“Yes. They’re still here in Miami, so I see them often. We have dinner every second week, or whenever my mother misses us too much.”

“that’s nice. My parents insist on doing the same.”

“Judging by your face, you don’t enjoy it as much as you’re supposed to.”

“If they just eased up on the fact that I’m not yet giving them grandchildren, and encouraging me to do yoga for therapeutic reasons, then I wouldn't mind going there.”

“Your mom suggested yoga?”

“Yes. She’s a behavioral therapist, and she’s constantly recommending things to help me relax.”

“That’s nice of her.”

“It also gets a bit much.”

“She sounds like she cares a lot about you.”

“She does.”

“For a Momma’s Boy, you sure are independent,” I smirked.

“I am not a Momma’s Boy,” he defended, which amused me.

“I know, I was just joking,” I chuckled and took hold of his hand. “Is this okay?”

“Absolutely.”

We walked along the beach for a while, getting to know one another a bit more intimately, which was nice. There was no pressure at all, it was just him and me, walking along the shore to the sound of the crashing waves beside us, and the crescent moon above us.

I came to a stop and gazed out at the dark horizon, still holding onto Wyatt’s hand. I took a deep breath and sighed happily as I turned to look at him. He looked so handsome in the moonlight, and I just couldn't help myself. I stepped closer to him, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He didn't seem surprised as he let go of my hand and placed both hands around my waist. He pulled me even closer to him, and his warmth, plus the heat that I exuded from that moment was enough to burn a hole straight through to the core of the Earth.

I was not exaggerating.

I lowered my heels back onto the soft sand and looked up at him. He tilted his head slightly and brushed a few strands of hair off my face.

The wind started picking up, which was a bit odd, but we quickly made our way back to the car, where Porter patiently sat waiting for us to return.

“Are you ready to go home yet, sir?” he asked Wyatt as we approached. “Or should I rather ask the lady?”

I chuckled and glanced at Wyatt.

“I think we’re ready to call it a night.”

“Too much excitement for him, Porter,” I said and placed my hand on Wyatt’s chest.

Porter pursed his lips, but not before a smile appeared on his face. “Your shoes are in the SUV.”

“Thank you, Porter.”

We climbed back in the SUV, put on our shoes and made our way to my apartment.

Wyatt and I sat beside one another in the backseat and to my surprise, he put his arm around my shoulders allowing me to snuggle against his chest. I listened to the sound of his quickened heartbeat and smiled to myself.

We sat like that for a short while until the car came to a stop and I sat up slowly.

“Are we here already?” I asked with a slight pout.

He smiled and we climbed out.

“Thank you for driving us around Porter,” I said to the driver.

“Have a good evening, Miss Morris.”

“Please, Kenzie is fine.”

“Very well.”

I turned to Wyatt, who held out his hand to me, and I walked over to him. We walked into the building and entered the elevator.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked me.

I looked at him, a bit surprised at the direct question, but then again, it was who he was. “You did, at my door and in the car.”

“I mean it differently this time.”

“How?”

“You are beautiful, not just when you’re dressed up.”

“You think?”

“Last night, even though you look gorgeous tonight, you were perfect.”

“With messy hair and my red heart pajamas?”

“With your messy hair and red heart pajamas.”

“There must be something wrong with you to think that,” I said, and bit my bottom lip.

“And there must be something wrong with you to think otherwise.”

He leaned in and was about to kiss me again when the elevator doors opened.

I wasn't too pleased, but neither was he. We stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway to my door.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.

“I definitely did. It was great. That restaurant is my new favorite place to eat.”

“I am glad that you liked it,” he answered.

As we reached my door, I took my keys out of my clutch and stuck it into the lock, but didn't open the door. I turned to him and studied his facial expression.

“I believe you were about to do something before we were interrupted by the elevator doors,” I said.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards, I swore I almost melted into a puddle by his feet. His eyes were on fire as he pulled me close and kissed me.  The touch of his hands against my arms set my whole body on fire and in my head I heard fireworks going off.

Wyatt was the first to pull away and it left me breathless, silently begging for more.

I let out a breath and looked up at him. “You shouldn't do that, you know.”

“Do what?”

“Whatever the hell you just did,” I whispered.

“I can’t promise that.”

“Good.”

“So, do you want to come in?” I asked, trying my hardest not to sound like a horny teenager.

“I’d rather not.”

I glanced at him with a frown and felt a little rejected, to be honest.

“I want to, but I just...” He paused and looked at me. “If we could just take it a little slow, that would be nice.”

“Of course. I’m sorry. I didn't mean to sound pushy or anything.”

“You didn't, I just don't want to go too fast, and do anything either one of us would regret.”

I’d definitely not regret doing anything with him, but I understood what he meant. He was just being cautious, and I respected that.

“I understand.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize. It’s like you’re saying sorry for who you are.”

He smiled slightly and nodded. “Thank you for understanding.”

“You’re welcome,” I said with a shrug.

“If it makes you feel any better, you can choose where we go next time.”

“Next time, huh?” I said with a smirk and tilted my head.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll call you.”

He smiled and nodded slowly. I stepped up to him and kissed him slowly. It might sound like a desperate last attempt to get him to come inside, it wasn’t. I could honestly kiss this man every minute of the day.

Like everything in his life, he didn't do anything half-assed, and his kissing was no exception. His kisses were just as intense and serious as he was, and I had never been this turned on by kissing only in my life.

He pulled away, also rather slowly, and stared at me for a few seconds.

Holy fuck. If he continued to stare at me like that, there would be trouble.

As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, or maybe he was completely oblivious, he stepped away and said, “Good night, Kenzie.”

“Good night, Wyatt,” I replied breathlessly. He turned away and made his way back down the hallway, ultimately disappearing into the elevator.

I entered my apartment and closed the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked to the bedroom, feeling equally dazed and turned on.

I sat down on my bed, taking my shoes off and I emptied my clutch on the bed beside me. I only then noticed the three missed calls and 2 texts from Sophia. I bit my lip and read her messages. She wanted to know if I was still alive because I wasn't answering my phone.

I glanced at the alarm clock and phoned her, as it wasn't that late.

“Oh my god! You’re alive.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I’m alive.”

“Why haven't you been answering my texts or my calls?”

“I was busy.”

“I thought we agreed that you 're not going to spend your Friday nights working.”

“I wasn't working.”

“So what, did you watch a movie by yourself and fall asleep, because you could have told me and I’d have come over.”

“No, I wasn't at home.”

“Where were you then?”

“I was out on a date.”

“You were what?” she shrieked. “With who?”

“With Wyatt.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I am not!”

“Oh my god! I knew this would happen!”

“You did?”

“Of course! You were much too friendly with each other in the gym-”

“It wasn’t like that then, Soph.”

“Oh my god!” she suddenly gasped. “What about the other woman?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Oh, I’ve got time to listen.”

“I’ll tell you what. We can go for brunch tomorrow morning and I will tell you the whole thing. How does that sound?”

“Is he there right now?” she asked, with a shocked tone. “Did you have sex with him?”

“No, of course not. He’s not that type of guy.”

“Right,” she said simply.

“So, we’re on for brunch, say eleven o’clock at The Kettle?” I asked.

“Of course.”