He went to the sink and tested the water before filling the spray bottle. “I bought it for the plants.”
“You what?” I whispered, not sure I could handle what was about to happen.
The man shrugged in his collared shirt rolled to his elbows and stood there in complete bafflement at my shock as he held up a freaking spray bottle to water my grandma’s plants.
“I got it for the orchids. We keep dumping water in and it's not evenly dispersed.” He tsked and went to the island counter and misted the damn flowers.
I almost orgasmed right there.
The head of the freaking mafia was misting my grandma’s flowers like it was the most normal thing in the world. He turned the leaves with such gentleness that I almost cried, holding back my orgasm.
Why was this man such a fucking god, a walking-sex-on-a-stick, gentle but possessive and crazy god?
Placing one hand on my salt lamp, I took deep breaths and tried to absorb some negative ions or whatever would calm me the hell down.
“You still think that thing helps you?” Bastian motioned toward the lamp with his stupid spray bottle.
“It can release negative ions, Bastian. Those same ions that are released near waterfalls and oceans. I figure the ocean soothes me, why can’t this?”
“There’s no scientific research to back that.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “So, you looked it up?”
He cleared his throat. “When’s this beach event?”
“It’s in a couple weeks. It’s on the beach so I don't think we need to really prepare.”
“I need to fly out for a few days but I’ll be back by then.”
I nodded and bit my lip. Bastian slept in the other room, but he still came home to eat. He silenced his phone. He talked with me.
We’d become married friends.
“Right. That’s fine.” I turned his ring on my finger, then shrugged. “I have to be at the humane society and man the food truck anyway.”
“I’ll have a guy go with you. Just call the number I text you.”
I cleared my throat and looked down the hall. “Great, I’m going to rise with the sun, so I’m off to bed.”
I hurried down the hall, not sure what to do about the fact my heart tightened at the thought of him not being here with me for a few days.
Even without sex, Bastian was muddling my feelings.
Quick decisions about the man with the spray bottle were most likely going to happen and I was most likely going to regret them at a later date.
“Thanks a lot, Grandma. This is still all your fault,” I grumbled and went to bed.
31
Morina
“It’s a freaking topless beach, Bastian.” I stomped my foot.
Bastian didn’t even lift his head as he sprayed the fucking plants. “I really don’t care, Morina. Wear a t-shirt or dress or one of those cut up tops you always wear. You’re not going there in a bikini.”
“Well, quite frankly, I think I should just go topless.”
That had him looking up, his chiseled jaw flexing up and down.