Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Silver lining,” I agree, hugging her back. I hurriedly finish getting everything I need because I want to get to his place. Dash watches me the whole time from the bed and I can see the simmering excitement in him.
“I’m hungry, so you better have food plans at least. That’s all I ask.” Dash laughs and agrees as we leave my place after saying goodbye to Blair.
Dash once again pulls me into his lap when we get into the back of the car and my mouth is on his moments later.
“Maybe I’m not so hungry,” I say between kisses.
“We have all weekend,” he reminds me, but with the way he’s kissing me I think we’ll have longer than that.
Chapter Thirteen
DASH
“Oh, wow, something smells good.”
As the elevator doors close behind us, I walk into my penthouse on edge. “Hello?” I call out because no one is supposed to be here.
Brooklyn and I came straight here, but I made sure my housekeeper and chef were going to be gone for the weekend. Maybe the chef left dinner for us, but that doesn’t seem like something he’d do.
“Dashal?”
“Shit,” I whisper under my breath as I turn to look at Brooklyn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to be here.”
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as my mother comes around the corner with a dish cloth in her hands. “Well, hello, son, this must be Brooklyn.” She bypasses me completely and goes over to my girl and wraps her in a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“Mom,” I warn, but she ignores me.
“You are just a doll. Look at how little you are.” She holds Brooklyn at arm’s length and looks her up and down. “We need to put some meat on your bones.”
“Mom,” I try again, and she just smiles at me as she puts her arm around Brooklyn and leads her toward the kitchen. “Your assistant Geoff was so helpful when I called the office today.”
I narrow my eyes and grab my phone as I follow behind them.
“He told me you’d be home all weekend with your girlfriend Brooklyn and he told me all about her. Well, what he knew.”
“What did he say?” Brooklyn laughs as if she finds all of this funny.
I don’t. I was planning on making love to her on every surface of my home, but now it looks like I’m going to have to suffer through dinner with my mother first. It’s not that I don’t love her, but she’s got the worst timing.
“Just that our Dashal was completely smitten.” She looks over her shoulder and winks at me, and I bury my face in my hands.
“I made chicken and dumplings and apple pie,” she sing-songs, enjoying every moment of my misery.
“Oh, my favorite,” Brooklyn says, and I smile because it’s true.
Now I can’t decide if I’m going to fire Geoff or give him a raise. How he figured all of this out, I have no idea, but as I see Brooklyn and my mom chatting in the kitchen it’s actually kind of nice.
I heave a heavy sigh and decide to just let go and sit back and enjoy dinner. I don’t talk much because my mom does enough for the three of us. She asks Brooklyn all kinds of questions and to my surprise, Brooklyn seems to be enjoying herself. She asks about me as a kid and my mom eats it up. Any chance to show me off or embarrass me, she grabs a hold of.
We eat until Brooklyn has to hold her hands over her plate so my mom won’t fill it up again. To be fair, she did it three times already. I clear the plates off the dining room table and hear them whispering as I walk into the kitchen.
I have no idea what my mother is telling Brooklyn, but after a few moments my mom comes into the kitchen to help me clean up.
“She said she needed to use the restroom, so I thought I’d sneak in here and apologize.”
“You’re not sorry,” I tell her, and she laughs.
“True, but I love you.”
“I love you too,” I concede and shake my head. “Thank you again for dinner. That was nice of you to cook for us.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not staying. I’ve got your driver waiting downstairs now. I just wanted to give you a hug before I left.”
I dry my hands off and lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Be safe getting home.”
“You better be good to her or else.” She smiles brightly and shrugs. “I’d hate to pick her over my own son.”
“Rude,” I chide, but she ignores me as she grabs her purse.
“It was so nice to meet you,” she tells Brooklyn as they hug in the hallway. “You’ll be by next week to look at my library, right?”