A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,16
muscled thighs. I knew that bit of info because my knee grazed his thigh intentionally last night. Sliding my hands over every muscle on his body sent shivers down my spine.
A smile swept across his handsome bearded face. “As a matter a fact I slept better than I had in a long time.”
“Have a seat. I’m almost done cooking.”
“No, I’ll help. Would you like a glass of orange juice?”
My cheeks heated. He was letting his guard down.
“Yes.”
Noah moved about the kitchen, grabbing glasses, plates, and silverware. I bet he set the table for his mom a lot growing up.
“While I’m in town I think I’ll pick up a red and black and a green and black flannel for you.”
His face tensed as he poured the juice in our glasses. “I like this color or gray.”
I stepped over and scooped seasoned potatoes onto the plates. “But the green flannel will bring out your eyes.”
He sat at the square kitchen table facing the front door. Noah had a view of the snow falling through the square living room window.
“Green and black you say, huh?”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Awesome,” I beamed.
“It’s the least I could do. You’re helping me turn my house into a beautiful home. I wish I had a better view of the mountain.” The sky brightened before our eyes.
“You mean like at my cabin?”
I returned to the stove and retrieved a pot of grits and a plate with two omelets filled with fresh colorful peppers. “Yeah.” I love the two big windows on the front, the side and the back of the house. I hadn’t gone upstairs yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll make our way upstairs next week. We have two more-bathroom remodels in our future,” he smirked.
“I feel like a costar on one of the TV shows Renovation Realities or Flip that house.”
Noah laughed. “I’ve never heard of either of those shows.”
“I’ll find a clip on my phone for you later. Most of the situations are hysterical.” I scooped cheesy grits onto his plate then mine.
“Guess you’ll be a professional house flipper by the time we’re done.” He slid one of the two omelets onto his plate.
Dropping my head, I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer, before, placing the other omelet onto my plate.
“I love that. Maybe I’ll buy a property, fix it up and flip it. Do you renovate properties in your spare time?”
“Wait.” He held up his index finger. “You didn’t say grace yesterday?”
“I did. You didn’t notice because you were busy shoveling food into your mouth.”
He nodded chomping on the omelet. “Good point. We should discuss these things. Happy you’re not an atheist.”
He bowed his head briefly, then returned to eating.
A chuckle rolled from my throat. “Happy to learn you aren’t an atheist either.”
Noah grinned. “To answer your question about flipping houses I thought about it. That’s something I’d consider in the near future. Why? Would you be interested in flipping a house together?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Don’t joke around like that.”
“I’m serious. You caught on quick installing the floors. Grant it there are other very complicated jobs we haven’t performed yet. But if you still feel inspired, we can hire a crew to help us renovate a house.”
“You’re just finding ways to keep seeing me,” I narrowed my eyes.
“Fuck, yeah I am.” He flashed a devilish smile behind that lumberjack beard.
My skin heated. Watching that man eat my pussy would be the highlight of my year. I hadn’t had sex in a while. Felt like the only times I had sex was when I traveled covering a story. No feelings just a quick hook up. I had two this year. One in Belize in February and another in L.A. in July.
I didn’t make time for a man in my life. My friends tried hooking me up with their husbands’ friends. I enjoyed the single life I guess you could say. Didn’t have to compromise with a man over living space. Luckily, Noah and I didn’t have that problem because we were neighbors.
“I’ll make a trip to the grocery store too. What do you like to eat? I forgot to ask if you liked peppers in your omelet.”
“I do. The Denver omelet has bell peppers in it.” His vibrant green eyes sparkled.
My eyes widened as I pointed my fork at him. “It does. It also has Canadian bacon. Not a fan. I love turkey bacon though. But I’ll grab a package of Canadian bacon.”
“Thanks. I’ve eaten clean for the past two years.