Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 50

MILES

I won't lie and say that my entire shift, I've been thinking about Andrea. Naked, filthy thoughts. Of how hot she looked, letting the blanket fall off her body. Or how much she had teased me, wanting me to have something to look forward to. I did just that. The entire time, my mind had been clouded with thoughts of her. I felt silly working as a cash register in the store that I've been working at since I was 15 thinking about sinful thoughts.

But a man was in love and waiting to go back home to his woman.

It was as simple as that.

I open the door to the aornemt, 9, dreadful hours later. "Andrea, you better not have been lying about—"  my words die out in my mouth as I close the door behind me. The bag I was holding falls down to the floor in a noise I don't even notice. My mouth dried out from where it was hanging open, and my eyes widened as well. I take a step forward but am trapped in a spell.

A spell of the beauty of my woman.

I lick my dry lips, looking at her up and down, before settling on her face. But who am I kidding, after I take a look at her face—at how she had applied makeup to perfection, her eyes dark and sultry with a sexy red lip. I'm awestruck at her beauty and at the way she looks. Her eyes are flirtatious as they look at me, and I have to stop myself from attacking her. My eyes stray on her lips, bold and sexy all at the same time.

Then I look down at her neck, at how bare and beautiful it looked. Only one necklace lays at the base of her collarbone, glitter all around it. She looks good enough to have forever. My eyes move down to what she was wearing once more, the sexy dark red lacy material going past her arms and hugging her tight. The front was missing though, the cutout showcasing the middle of her chest and down to her midriff. The one piece stops just under her pelvic area, and I'm left speechless.

Her legs were bare, and they seemed to run down for miles in the way I was looking at her. Then, there are the highest heels I've seen on her, velvet material tying everything together. She wasn't dressed for a fancy night out; it was better—she was dressed for a night inside. Perfect for our bedroom.

"Holy shit," I manage to whisper when I find myself finally looking back up at her face. Her hair was blowing out the volume, and yet it was shiny at the same time. She looked radiant. Her hair fell at the side of her face, casting her an older look. A side of her lips pulls up. "Do I look good, baby?"

"What?" I sputter, taken back by her words. I feel myself moving backward as I take her in one more time. "Whoa," I say again, a low noise escaping my throat. I'm baffled at her beauty, barely being able to think a coherent thought. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? You look—" I stop licking my lip. "You look..."  I trail off, not knowing what else to say. Or if I could even get myself to say anything.

She laughs, her lips pulling up and teeth shining under the dimmed light. She looks radiant.

I run a hand down my face, feeling the way I was already flushed at the sight of her. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You're insane."

She leans forward, lips pulled up in a purse. "Insane?"

"Insanely hot," I breathe, my eyes moving down to look at her body again. I wanted to move closer to her. "You're so hot."

She giggles, giggles, and the sound goes right through me. I'm not so sure I'll be able to stay away from. "So," I start getting distracted by the way she was flipping her hair to the other side. She only looks so much better now, and it makes my stray to her hair die a second. Then I clear my throat and try, "Where's Evie?"