Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|9| President of the HOA

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Day two of waking up in the new house. It's very surreal to me.
Not only was this entire build a surprise and showcase of my fiancé's talent, but it's our first home together, and in one of the best places in the nation to live.

Already, I can tell raising our children here will be slightly less of a challenge with the great school system and open yard for them to play in.
The hospitality and the fresh air is so, well, refreshing!

The fact that all of my things are already here, too, has also made the adjustment so much easier. It is so nice to be able to settle down in a new home after three months away, and not have to stress about much.

While I did get to meet a majority of the Easton Hills residents, I didn't feel like I connected with any of them yet. Sure that comes with time, but I want to be friendly and introduce myself. So, I plan on going to the next community meeting and making myself known.
This gated suburb seems like it will be a great place for me to try my hand at various tasks from selling my skincare to content creating, and even getting involved with the lovely ladies at the country club. While it's not my thing, Chris has taken on golfing and hit it off with those men, so I figure I can be a friend to their wives. Why not?

Luckily, with Chris's new schedule he picks his own hours. While I do get to enjoy more of him at home, he does still have to work, and that means in his home office majority of the time. Unfortunately for me, during his work hours, his study is off limits to me. Well, unless he asks me to bring him something to eat like right now for instance.

Knock. Knock.

Chris hollers, "Come in," so I do.

"Hey baby." His voice is music to my ears. I always love the way he says "baby." I'm a sucker for pet names, but only from him.

"How's it going?" I ask him sweetly, putting the plate down on his desk. It's a double stack turkey sandwich on white bread with lettuce, tomato, crushed red pepper flakes, oregano, onions, dill pickles, pepper Jack cheese, and real mayo, cut into triangular halves - his favorite. With it, Carolina style BBQ chips, and an iced tea.

"Where did you find these?" Chris is ecstatic about his childhood snack.

I hunch my shoulders humbly. "I looked everywhere, you're welcome."

"You're the best." Chris says, closing his laptop.

He invites me to sit with him and I do, right on his lap.

"Whatcha working on?" I hum, twirling my fingers in his hair.

"A lot." Chris answers without meeting my eyes.

He's switched from his laptop to his iPad and gets carried away with all of this supposed work.

I let out a long, deep sigh, hoping it will get his attention. It doesn't.

"Baby..." I purr in Chris's ear.

He shudders and licks his lips, staring into my eyes.

My heart thumps in my chest with excitement for what I think is finally about to happen, when Chris gets a call from Nia on his work phone.

Both eyes roll back in my head, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, baby," Chris says, kissing my shoulder. "I do have to take this, though."

"No, I understand." I exhale as I stand.

Chris's thumb swipes over the back of my hand. With a small smile, he asks me, "We still on for our date tonight? Ima cook for you."