“Ugh…stop trying to redecorate,” she murmured as she placed the last of the cleaning supplies away while Harry sang his last note.
Yeah, that was something else she was having fun with–the entire house had surround sound and she was having a field day with it, listening to all her favorite playlists while baking. Next time she promised Brody she’d give one of his lists a try.
If there was a next time.
Although, she had no idea why she’d possibly be doubting herself. Things were going so well between them that she should be thinking about the next time. The only problem with that was that she hated getting ahead of herself because it usually left her feeling disappointed.
As if the playlist sensed the sudden change in her mood, Taylor Swift’s Exile came on.
Walking over to the living room, she sat down on the sofa and let out a long breath. Brody was on a business call right now and he told her he’d be at least an hour and that was almost two hours ago. He suggested she go and soak in the hot tub or go watch a movie in his den–or man cave–but right now she felt like she needed to be in her head and sort out her feelings.
And boy did she have a lot of them.
Normally, Leanna was a very level-headed woman. She’d never dated anyone who made her heart race or who created the kind of feelings she was dealing with right now. All the men who came before were the nice guys…the quiet guys…the safe guys.
And Brody King certainly wasn’t safe and she knew that from the moment she met him.
Or…heard him.
He was the first man who pursued her in a way that made her throw all logic out the window and yet…it was working.
Glancing around the massive space, she wondered what it would be like to spend more time here with him. What would it be like to come back here after going out to eat or to a movie? Would he allow her to have a drawer to keep some things in or a spot in the walk-in closet that was the size of a single-car garage?
He pretty much gave you a large portion of his kitchen. Do you really think he’d begrudge you a drawer?
Okay, maybe that was true, but…how did she even ask?
Shifting on the sofa, she laid down and got a little comfortable. Closing her eyes, she let herself imagine what it would be like if they stayed in this honeymoon period–seeing each other several times a week, spending their free weekends together, and making plans for the future.
And she wasn’t talking about wedding plans–although she was fairly certain her mind would go there eventually–but things like taking a trip together for the weekend. Staying here at Casa de King–the nickname she gave the house–was the closest Leanna had come to a vacation in years and it had been beyond enjoyable. She’d gladly skip going up to the mountains or even a trip to the beach to stay here like this weekend, just relaxing.
Maybe a little less baking next time though…
Yeah, she loved to bake but it would be nice to really step away from her work and just truly relax.
Brody was not big on relaxing, she found out. He skipped his early morning trainings this weekend, but as soon as he had her situated in the kitchen and baking, he would go off and workout in his gym. Just the thought of getting on the treadmill was enough to make her shudder. She walked around enough while on her feet all day at work, so the last thing she wanted was to get on some torture device and force herself to sweat.
“No, thank you.”
“But I haven’t even told you what I was thinking.”
Her eyes popped open and she saw Brody standing at the end of the sofa smiling down at her. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of running shorts, and she was instantly on alert.
How was it possible that she was even thinking about anything sexy again? Good Lord, they had made love in just about every room in the house. Brody had sworn he never had another woman here, and therefore, needed to christen every room.
Which she had been completely on board with.
But shouldn’t they be…like…done? Is this what normal people did? Had lots and lots of sex and never got tired of it?
I should probably ask Skye about that and see if she and Elliott were like this…
“Lea? You okay?”
“What? Oh,” she said nervously as she sat up. “Sorry. I guess I was dozing and…yeah. Sorry.”
His laugh was low and sexy and she just wanted to get up and run her hands all over him.
“I was thinking we’d pick a bottle of wine and maybe make up a cheese, cracker, and fruit plate and go enjoy the hot tub for a little while and talk about where we’d like to go for dinner. What do you think?”
They hadn’t left the house at all for the entire weekend. They had meals delivered and even had some groceries delivered and the thought of going out to eat should have excited her, but…
Standing, she walked over to him and draped her arms over his muscular shoulders. “Would it be terrible if I said I’d rather order in again?”
In the blink of an eye, Brody lifted her up and kissed her soundly on the lips. Her legs wrapped around his waist and when he broke the kiss, he grinned at her. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
“I believe this just further proves your compatibility point, right?” She loved teasing him about it, but it turned out they really did have more in common than she ever thought possible.
He carried her into the kitchen and placed her on the island–something he did a lot–before walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out a variety of fruit and cheeses. “Then what are we thinking for dinner? Italian? Chinese? Seafood?”
“How about Mexican?” she suggested and then watched as he stared at her as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “What? What’s wrong with Mexican?”
“You mean like tacos and nachos and…that sort of thing?” His nose wrinkled up in distaste and it was rather funny.
“Yes, basically that’s what I’m saying. Although, personally, I’m more of a fan of fajitas or quesadillas or chimichangas.”
His confusion was too much for her and she burst out laughing.
“Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never eaten any of those things? How is that possible?”
“Because it’s all food you eat with your hands,” he explained, placing the food on the counter beside her. “It’s not very dignified to be sharing a basket of chips and salsa while discussing million-dollar business deals.”
Rolling her eyes, she popped a grape into her mouth. “Such a snob.”
“It’s not snobbish. It’s just not something that bodes well for a business lunch.”
While she didn’t agree, she also knew this wasn’t an argument she was going to win. “How about this–we order in some Mexican and you can give it a try. We can pick a variety of stuff and if you don’t like it, I’ll never mention it again.”
“And if I do?”
“Taco Tuesdays are real and they will become necessary.”
With a curt nod, he replied, “Duly noted.”
Hopping off the counter, she walked over and kissed him. “We’ll discuss dinner options while we soak.”
Together, they sliced several different varieties of cheese and then added some apple slices, grapes, and cantaloupe to the plate before Leanna grabbed some crackers for them as well. Brody was the one to pick the wine–a nice chardonnay–and grabbed a couple of glasses before heading out of the kitchen. She followed with the food and when they got out to the hot tub and got everything situated, she watched as he simply slid off his shorts and briefs and climbed into the water.