Chapter 5
I pull a stool out from the kitchen island and gesture for her to sit down, angling my body to try to conceal my raging erection. “Can I get you something to drink?” I ask, noticing her eyes drifting to the fridge.
Abby nods. “Water is fine.” She continues to glance a
oversized, stainless–steel appliances, the marbled
countertops, and the expensive expresso maker that one of my longtime clients bought me as a thank–you gift last year.
“Wow, this kitchen is gorgeous!” she tells me as I open the fridge and grab a bottle of Fiji water.
I place the bottle in front of her and can’t help but smile at the way her eyes are sparkling from the overhead lights. “Thanks,” she says and quickly takes a few sips.
An overwhelming urge to hold her, to protect her, to be the one to make sure she never experiences sadness again is beginning to consume me. I can’t believe anyone would want to betray her the way Jason has.
“Are you feeling a little better?” I ask her while pulling out a few ingredients from the fridge. I plan to make her one of my favorite dishes. Honey garlic salmon, pan–seared scallops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes.
Admittedly, I don’t cook often. But for Abby, I wouldn’t mind being in this kitchen every night if it meant bringing her happiness.
“Yeah, much better since I dumped him,” she announces.
I glance back and notice her full lips curling into a tiny smile. Seeing her sadness washing away tugs at my heart in a way that I’ve never
experienced.
“Good for you.” I tell her while placing the items on the counter next to the stove. “Any man would be thrilled to be with someone like you.” my sincere words flow out of me without a second thought. I want Abby to realize how special she truly is. “You can do much better than him.”
She lets out a soft gasp and her eyes widen a little. I feel my cock swelling once more as I’m taking in the sight of how beautiful and innocent she is at this moment.
“Do you really mean that?” she asks me in a hushed voice while looking down at the marble counter.
I waste no time moving toward her and placing her hand in mine. It’s disheartening knowing that Abby doesn’t seem to think as highly of herself as I do.
