Confessions of a Chocoholic by London Saint James

Author:London Saint James [James, London Saint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

I should have been nervous, but I was strangely calm, sitting on the side of my bed, folding fresh laundered towels into neat squares. Perhaps it was the mundane activity that kept me from frantically obsessing over my newest dinner plans. Colton and I had been officially seeing each other for a few weeks, but tonight was different. Tonight, we wouldn’t be out on the town, we’d be home. At my home.

Bailey came running in, announcing, “The doorbell, Mommy.”

“Okay, Bee,” I said, getting up. She headed out of the room before me with a skip, step, skip.

When I got to the door, I took a second to swipe a straightening hand down my shirt, took a deep breath, then unlocked the door and opened it wide.

“Pizza’s here,” said Colton, who was standing there with a huge box in one hand, a fuzzy stuffed animal in the other, and that sexy smile of his plastered across his stunning face.

“Let me help.” I reached. Colton handed over his special delivery and stepped in, closing the door behind him as I moved away.

“This is for you, Bailey,” he said, holding out a black and white dog. She squealed and clapped. He bent to give her the toy, which she took in haste. “This dog won’t poo on your carpet.”

Hugging the plush toy, she twirled.

“What do you say to Colton, Bailey?” I prompted.

“Thank you,” she said, dancing around like a wild-child.

“You’re welcome,’” said Colton.

I placed the red and white cardboard pizza box on the coffee table. “I’ll get us some drinks and napkins.”

“Can we have Kool-Aid, Mommy?”

Colton glanced from me to my daughter. “I love cherry Kool-Aid.”

“All right. A round of cherry Kool-Aid will be coming right up,” I said.

Once inside the kitchen, I grabbed a pitcher from the cupboard, hearing Bailey singing, then she stopped.

“Do you have a little girl?” she asked Colton.

“No. I don’t have any kids, but my sister has a little boy.”

“Does he go to school too?”

“He will go to kindergarten next year.”

There was a pause. Bailey started humming the ABC song.

“Do you like going to school?” Colton asked her.

“Uh huh,” she said.

More humming before she asked, “Are you Mommy’s boyfriend?”

The sound of Colton’s chuckle made me smile. “I guess that depends on your mommy.”

“You don’t have pictures painted on your arm like my daddy.”

“You mean tattoos?”

“Yeah. Toos,” she said.

“No. I don’t have any tattoos. Do you?”

Bailey giggled. “No….”

I stacked three plastic cups, one inside the other, grabbed up the newly made Kool-Aid, snagged a stack of napkins, and returned to the living room. Bailey was seated next to Colton on the couch, marching her toy dog down the side of his well-muscled arm.

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With our bellies too full of pepperoni pizza, Colton and I lounged on the couch more than we sat. His back rested on one couch arm, mine on the other.

“Thanks for tonight,” I said.

“You’re welcome, but you don’t have to thank me.”

“I do.” I ran my sock-covered toes over his knee. He grabbed my foot and started massaging the balls of my feet.

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