His to Adore by Z. Peabody

Author:Z. Peabody [Peabody, Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Z. Peabody

9

THANE

I couldn’t wait to get Elise home. Our home, if she’s willing to share it with me. We haven’t talked yet about where we will live. Although Elise mentioned that she and her other sisters are looking for an office building down in Cody, where Jacks can work and supervise their employees, that’s only for business. Where does she want to live?

From our place to Chandler and Jack’, it’s about a forty-minute drive. My beautiful songbird is now fast asleep in the front passenger seat next to me, with her head back on the headrest. I turned the radio off and raised my window as soon as she dozed off just to listen to her breathing as she sleeps.

Our talk yesterday solidifies that in the past four years, same as I’ve been thinking about her, she has been thinking about me. I can’t say that the time we spent apart was a waste. On the contrary, it really benefitted her and me.

Elise is one of the greatest gospel singers of this time. She has won numerous awards. Her last two albums have gone double-platinum, with multiple top-ten singles. Her philanthropy work has helped thousands.

On my end, these last few years have been about planning, rebuilding, partnerships, and making my family ranch into a multi-corporation.

I pull into the garage and click the button to close the bay door, keeping the cool air out as I help her from my truck. I get out, but when I close my door, I must have woken her. I look through the windshield, and she is rubbing her eyes.

I come around, open her door, and hold out my hand to help her down from out of the truck. My eyes fix on her patent-leather, black, three-or four-inch heels. The whole shoe, or boot, comes up just over her ankle. I don’t know how she wears these high heels, but they work all right for me.

I once saw her at an awards show wearing similar heels. Ever since, I’ve been fascinated by what she wears on her feet. Her formal clothes say a lot about her. She wears a mixture of classic 1940s and 1950s dresses paired with modern-style shoes.

“You like my booties, cowboy?”

I look up. She was watching me as I was staring down at her shoes, and she’s now smiling. “Is that what these are called?”

She slowly nods. “Uh-huh. Half-boot and half-shoe.” She’s still smiling.

“Yes, ma’am. I most definitely like what I see,” I answer and pull her up close to me, still holding onto her hand.

This makes her smile widen, showing her pretty dimples, and she lets loose a throaty giggle and blushes. “Well, I’m glad you like what you see,” she says shyly and turns her head away.

“Elise, are you flirting with your husband?” I ask.

She doesn’t have to answer; I already know. I lift her chin as she tries to duck her head to avoid eye contact with me.

I stare down into her beautiful eyes, and before I can stop the request from passing my lips, I say, “Elise, tell me, I am yours.

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