Miss Sebastian was right. A woman needs to be wooed. Fuck, I never thought I’d see the day I would use the damn word wooed.
I let out a chuckle as I fasten my belt. Grabbing my jacket, I pull it on. I haven’t worn this suit in months. Patting my hands over the pockets, I feel something. I reach into the inside pocket and pull out an empty box of Tylenol.
I walk to the kitchen and throw it in the trash. A freeing emotion makes me stare at it before I close the lid of the trashcan. I’ve been having a lot of those moments. I will find something from when I was sick, and throwing it out gives me a sense that I escaped more than just death.
With Jaxson’s unwavering support, I’ve realized ghosts are precisely that, just a fucking moment in the past. I was giving my father more power than he deserved. He just had to grow a pair and get a fucking job, but instead, he took the cowardly way out. Surviving death twice, showed me that I’m nothing like him.
I might have been crawling at some point, but I fucking kept moving.
Willow. I owe her everything.
I close my eyes as the love I feel for her wraps around my healing heart. It’s always there, in everything I see, in every moment I experience, in every beat of my heart.
She showed me that you never give up. You might back down at times, but when you come back, you come back swinging.
With a massive smile on my face, I take out my phone and call Willow.
She answers on the third ring. “Hi.” It almost sounds like a squeak, which makes my smile widen.
“Morning, Pretty-Girl,” I say, my voice filled with temptation.
This is the part I’m really good at. I’ve mastered seduction to a fine art, but this will be the first time I’m using the skill to turn on the woman I love.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask, dropping my voice to a low rumble.
“Uh-huh.” She clears her throat. “And you?”
I can hear her breaths speeding up, and it makes satisfaction surge through me. I’m going to enjoy every second of pursuing Willow.
“I did, especially after that kiss. It gave me plenty to dream about.”
She makes a startled sound, followed by a burst of nervous laughter.
“Really?”
I hate that she doubts me, but it’s something I plan on fixing.
“Really, Pretty-Girl. Be ready at six pm. I’m picking you up.”
“Okay,” she says, and I know I’m leaving her confused, but there’s only so much a guy can do over the phone.
Seeing that I’m already late, I get my ass to work. When I walk into the office, I can hear Miss Sebastian’s voice echoing through the open space that’s busy being redecorating.
“You can’t work in such a stuffy place. This would totally cramp my style. I can already feel the dull juju creeping up my ass.”
When I round the corner, I chuckle at the dismayed look on Jaxson’s face.
“Morning, Miss Sebastian,” I say, as I walk up to her from behind.
She swings around with a shriek. “Sweet mother of all that’s bedazzled!” She instantly scowls at me. “You’ll scare the color right out of my hair. It took me three hours to get the purple streak just the right shade.”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I ask innocently.
“Why? Are you trying to get rid of my sexy ass?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” I laugh.
She frowns and leans in closer to inspect my face, then a sly smile forms around her bright red lips.