Chapter forty-nine

The O’Riley’s sunk into a state of dysfunctional domestic bliss.  Sloan was up at the crack of dawn to kiss Abbey goodbye.  If for some reason Sloan was not home when Abbey arrived he left her a not to tell her where he was and how late he’d be.

Abbey still wouldn’t give up her apartment, leaving half her clothes in the cardboard boxes she used as her dresser.  And, despite Sloan’s constant objections, she held onto her job at the diner.  She loved the way her life was now.  But she loved the way her life was before Miami.  Abbey needed a safety net.

Abbey found out things about her husband she never knew or would have imagined.  In their state of co-habitation she half expected to spend every night at a gourmet restaurant.  Instead she discovered Sloan was an incredible cook.  She was welcomed after her post-work showers to a dinner that outshined anything she ordered at any five star restaurant in New York City.  

Dinner was almost always followed with a quiet night of watching TV or reading while cuddling on the couch.  The world was at its most perfect when Abbey’s arms were wrapped around Sloan, her bare arms nestled against his linen shirt and her cheek buried against his warm shoulder. 

And after an evening of cuddling, after the couple turned off the lights and turned down the bed, was when the real fun started.  It was amazing that Abbey could function with what little sleep she got.

It jarred Abbey’s perfect little world when she arrived home on Friday night to see Robert and Bartholomew dressed for a night out and waiting for Sloan to get ready.  Sloan descended the stairs from the loft.  He smiled as he laid eyes on her.

“Hey, Luv,” he purred.

“Are you going out?” Abbey demanded.  She knew she shouldn’t have been so sharp with him but she could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside her.

“Yes, Abigail.”

“Where?” Abbey drilled.

“The nightclubs.  I am meeting with clients.”

“When are you leaving?”

Sloan beamed at her as he pointed up the stairs.  “As soon as you are ready to leave.”

Abbey’s eyes flew wide open in excitement as her gaze shot from one mean to the other.  Without another word she dashed up the stairs.

She sighed as she found the black thigh high dress lying on the bed.  It was very similar to the midnight blue one Sloan bought for her before down to the cap sleeves and vee neckline.  Ah, let the gift giving begin once again!

Abbey quickly showered and curled her hair pinning it up to her head with combs.  As she pulled the dress over her damp skin her toe nudged a stiletto heel tucked beside the bed.  Abbey sat on the mattress to the shoe and its mate onto her foot.

Abbey took a deep breath as she started down the stairs.  She stopped at the landing, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Sloan’s approval.  She felt a surge of electricity course through her as his ice blue eyes met hers.

Before, when they first met and she thought he was gay, she didn’t understand what the look in his eyes meant.  But now that she shared his skin she knew.  The look was primal, predatory, sensual.  It was a look that considered cancelling their plans no matter how many millions it would cost him.  It was a look that wanted to throw his friends out of the penthouse without so much as a word.  It was a look that wanted to pick her up and carry her back to their bed.

Abbey smiled slyly to Sloan.  Oh yeah.  He approved.

To cement her point Abbey asked innocently, “Do I look alright?”

Sloan didn’t smile.  He didn’t smirk.  He only stared.  “Exquisite.”

Abbey skipped down the stairs to the arm Sloan offered to her.  She picked up her purse then wrapped her arm around his.

Abbey giggled in delight.  “So when do we leave?”


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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