Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,62
one is even better,” I said as I gave him a thorough up-and-down look. Hudson was sexy. No question about it. But not only that, he was a good person, and that was more attractive than anything.
“You ready to head upstairs?”
I was. I wasn’t sure how long I’d end up staying. I guess that depended on how long it took us to discuss whatever it was he wanted to propose.
I followed Hudson upstairs, and when we entered his place, I smiled. The tree looked gorgeous there. I’d discovered that Hudson didn’t have any decorations, so I’d gone through my stuff and found my bin of tree stuffs and brought it over. I had to admit, it didn’t look bad there in his space. There wasn’t anything that had any type of emotional attachment for me, so I didn’t mind contributing to his holiday decorating.
Chris and I already had our place decked out completely. Every single room in the house—including the bathroom—had been touched with some sort of holiday cheer. I loved it.
Growing up and then working in a ski lodge, I was used to all the holiday decorations. Every year, I’d watched my mom plot, plan, and agonize over that year’s holiday theme. It was, quite frankly, ridiculous. But then again, most things where my dad was concerned were.
“It doesn’t look bad there. I’ll admit that I didn’t have one up here last year. And my last apartment was smaller, so I just never bothered.” Hudson wrapped his arms around my shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.
I loved that about us. There were no expectations. He didn’t expect me to have sex with him when I came upstairs. He didn’t expect me to spend every evening with him. He had no issues with the fact that I was roommates with my childhood best friend—now that he’d met Chris and learned about him.
“So what did you want to discuss?”
“Yeah, so I was thinking.”
“Thinking is good,” I added when Hudson didn’t continue.
“Do you want a drink? Some water? I know you’re fond of it?”
“I’m good. But would you feel more comfortable if you had a drink? Or if we were maybe…sitting on the couch? I’ll behave. Promise.”
Hudson smiled. “What if I don’t want you to behave?”
“Hmm, that can be arranged for another day perhaps. I don’t have a spare change of clothes.” And I didn’t. I refused to keep a change of clothes in my Jeep for just-in-case nights. “And you and I both know that if we don’t behave, I won’t be going home before crazy early in the morning.” Which would suck big hairy balls.
“Truer words couldn’t have been said. Okay, so I’ll get a water bottle for myself while you get settled on the couch.”
I went to the couch, curling up against one arm and after I toed off my shoes, tucked my feet up under me and waited. Hudson wasn’t long, and he came in carrying a bottle of water in one hand and an envelope in the other. He handed me the envelope before he took a seat at the other end of the couch.
“Go ahead and open the folder. I’ll give you the short of it. Cappuccinos wouldn’t be here without you. At least not yet and definitely not in the capacity that it is already.” Hudson opened his water bottle and took a long drink. I opened the folder and looked at the contract inside.
“You’ll want to take it home, read it over, maybe have a lawyer look over it, I don’t know. Ford mentioned lawyer. Beats me. Anyway. I want you to run Cappuccinos.”
I looked up from the folder and gave Hudson a questioning look. “I already do.”
“Yes. But I think it needs a manager. And that’s you. You should hire someone to work with you. That way you’re not working all day, every day.”
“But you work those hours.”
Hudson slowly nodded. “I do. But I used to have someone else to help. Then I hired you to replace her, and things spiraled outward. I’ll be hiring another person for Fairy Tales at the beginning of the year.”
I wasn’t even surprised about that. It sucked sometimes when your only day off was Sunday and everything but the grocery store was closed. And like he’d mentioned, it was what I’d originally been hired for. And I sort of did my thing, and now look at where we were.