you certainly do.” He reaches for his unruly lock of hair. “I don’t know about myself.”
I really don’t think the man realizes how gorgeous he is. “You always look amazing, Weston.”
He brings a hand to his temple. “I’m going grey. I hate it.”
It’s barely noticeable, but yes, I had noticed. “It’s incredibly sexy. Very distinguished.”
“Mr. Silver Fox and Miss Blueberry hair.”
I grab a lock of my blue tipped hair. “Yep, that’s us.”
“So what do you say?”
I glance over at his desk, covered with papers. “Aren’t you too busy?”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “I’m never too busy for my little grasshopper.”
I smile. “Hey, I wanted to run something by you. I’m thinking of going green with my hair, then I’d really be your little grasshopper.”
He laughs. “Well, that would certainly be different. You’d certainly fit in on Saint Patrick’s Day.”
“It was just a thought.”
“I like the blue,” he tells me. “I like you just the way you are.”
We’re at the park, surrounded by small children and bored nannies. I’m quite familiar with this park. I bring Ethan here all the time. I feel kind of silly swinging on one of the swings, but Weston insists. He wants to take a photo of me in action. Of course, I get him to swing too. “This goes both ways,” I point out.
I sit on the elephant. He hangs from the monkey bars. I sit at the bottom of the slide. Snap. Snap. Snap.
We also take selfies of the both of us smiling for the camera. We are definitely not inconspicuous. Everyone is staring at us. And we couldn’t care less.
We steal chaste kisses here and there, and I want more. “After this little photo session is over,” I whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me to your bedroom.”
He smiles. “That’s exactly the plan, Grasshopper.”
I fill with anticipation at the thought. I just can’t seem to get enough of him. I wonder how long this feeling will last. They say the initial honeymoon phase is six months. That’s exactly the length of my contract. What will happen when my contract is over? Do we break up? I prefer not to think about it at all, and just enjoy the present moment. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I refuse to let my cynicism and negative thoughts ruin that.
“That was so fun,” I tell him as we walk back to my desk.
He presses his mouth against my ear. “We’re not done.”
I look up at him, wondering what else he has in mind.
“I just need to get a few things done in my office,” he tells me. “I won’t be long.”
I watch him as he disappears into his office. I’m already eager for his return.
“What were you guys doing?” Rosetta asks. “Playing naughty Twister again?”
I laugh. “No… we were at the park, taking pictures.”
She pulls a face. “Taking pictures of what?”
“Ourselves.”
She shakes her head. “Young people these days.”
I turn to my desk and get back to work. I’m not at it very long when Weston sends me an email requesting my presence in his bedroom.
I leave my work and try to be discreet as I can as I exit the office. I take off my heels again since I don’t want Rosetta to hear the sound of me walking to his bedroom.
When I get to his room, I walk around and study my surroundings. I admire the nice furnishings and the knick knacks on his dressers, a glass sculpture of a dolphin, a gold trimmed wooden box, and a fancy vase, both empty. I marvel at how perfect his personal space is, like a bedroom in a show home. It doesn’t seem lived in. The bed is perfectly made, and unlike my room, there are are no candy wrappers on the bedside tables, no books strewn about, no dirty underwear on the floor.
I walk over to his collection of family photos. His children are both so beautiful, and the photo of him and Bridget on their wedding day is exquisite. She looks like a fairytale princess. I pick up the photo of Mirella. She’s very beautiful in an unconventional way. I feel like she and I could be good friends if we knew each other. I wonder if we like the same things. I can picture myself enjoying a cup of tea with her, and perhaps a little shopping.
I’m still holding the photo of Mirella when Weston surprises me. I quickly set