"We're going, Asia. You and me."
My stomach lurches at the thought of a new club in the city and a VIP party and the noise and social expectations mixed with my shyness. "That's kinda short notice, isn't it?" I ask, knowing nothing about how these things work.
"I've known about it for months."
"Oh." That awkward moment when you've known your husband for less than a month.
He pulls out his wallet and hands me his credit card. "I want you to enjoy it. Get yourself some sexy clothes, or whatever you need to make yourself something if you'd rather do that, and get your hair and nails done. Pamper yourself a little, okay?"
"I don't usually do that sort of thing…"
His hand touches my hair softly. "Ya know what would look hot on you? Have your hair dyed just a little bit darker, almost black, with a dark purple tint in it. It will make your eyes look fucking amazing."
"You think? I've never dyed my hair."
"It will look killer." His eyes stay on me a little longer usual, like he's envisioning what I'm going to look like with darkish purple hair. Having a guy interested in my hair color is definitely a new experience for me.
I shove the credit card into my purse. "I don't really need all that, Talon. No one's going to be looking at me, so it's stupid to waste all that money on hair and nails. Especially when you just bought all this for us."
"I'm going to be looking at you. It's a special night. And it'll be our first time going out someplace together. The other girls will probably be there."
"Should I call Evie and ask her what I should wear?"
"Sure. Evie's cool."
I make a note on my calendar app on my phone to call Evie tomorrow to find out what goes on at these types of functions, what I should wear, and ask her where around here I can get my hair done.
"I'm gonna go take a shower before we head to bed. I feel like I have dust all over me from unpacking." He kisses my cheek and disappears upstairs. I stare across the big kitchen and slowly chew a grape, still a little awed that I actually live here. During my last chat with Dr. Hollister, she mentioned now that we have our own home, Talon and I will settle into a routine and I will start to feel like this is home. I really hope she's right, because the six-month deadline feels like it's going to creep up on us fast, and our relationship doesn't seem to be progressing into the Yes, I want to be with this person forever stage. At least, not yet.
I check to make sure the doors are locked, turn off the lights, and head up the wide foyer stairway to get ready for bed. Our master suite is huge, with a new king-size bed, a small sitting area off to the right with an electric fireplace built into the wall with stone around it, a dark chocolate leather love seat, and French doors leading out to the balcony. It's the kind of bedroom I've only seen in magazines and I absolutely love it, even though it’s still a little uncomfortable to be sharing a bedroom with a stranger.
From the adjoining bathroom, the shower is still running, the door cracked a few inches with steam drifting out. I poke my head in, thinking I can grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth in the bathroom down the hall since we're not at the point where we share the bathroom at the same time, and I freeze, my eyes locked on the reflection of the glass doors of the shower in the mirror.
I should turn around and get out of the doorway, but I can't. I can't even tear my eyes away, let alone remember how to move my feet. The glass doors are slightly frosted, but I can see his blurred form, the water spraying on him, his head bowed down toward the massive erection jutting out so far from his body that it almost seems impossible to be real, his hand fisting it slowly.
I gulp, completely mesmerized as I watch him stroke his magnificent cock. His hand pumps faster and he leans back against the tile wall, tilting his head back, his mouth slightly open, as a stream of come spurts into the water spray. His hand slows, gliding up and down the long length of his shaft, reveling in his own ecstasy as he moans and then lets out a deep sigh. Gathering my wits, I quickly bolt before he catches me.