It's Arranged (18+) ✔

SIX

Henry ^^

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“Goodbye Cara.” The kids say in unison as commanded by their mother. She begins to walk towards the awaiting car and they follow. But not before the smallest of the Monroe family runs back to me. Samantha grips my legs in as tight of a hug that she can manage and she looks up to me, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Thanks Cara. That was the best time I ever had.”

I bend down to her level and return her loving gesture before pulling back.

“I had fun too. Now if you don't hurry and get back to your mom, she'll never let you visit me again.”

Her eyes widen in fear as she scurries back to her mother's side. I watch their coach drive off when I feel an arm wrap around me.

“You're really good with the kids.” Henry's smooth voice rang through my ear.

“All I did was treat them like people.”

“Well that seemed to do the trick. I've never seen them smile so much.”

Turning around I meet his gaze with a smile of my own.

“So I'm guessing you're free for the rest of the day?”

“Yes. I've got everything under control now. And if my memory serves me correct, I do recall the mention of a date.”

“Yeah. Go get dressed in something nice. And don't come out until I get you.”

He nods and takes off. Once he's out of sight I walk into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

A few minutes in, I am completely sweaty from the amount of preparation that I have been doing. To make matters worse, the chef came into the kitchen in the middle of my work and insisted that I leave the kitchen.

I argued back that I have the right to make dinner for my fiance. Needless to say after a grueling twenty minutes I got him to leave. Thus I began working on the rest of my dishes.

Once I was finished I looked at my handy work. It's been such a long time since I got to cook like this and to be honest I quite enjoyed it. Not enough to make it a career, like designing, but it is a great way to destress.

After plating I head up to the room and debate taking a shower. With what I have planned I will, most likely, end up dirty all over again. Still the feeling of grime makes my skin crawl so I take a quick shower to ensure that I don't feel or smell like a dumpster.

I find a dress in the back of the closet and hastily pull the partly sheer article over my head. The black material clings to my hips and does wonders for my figure. I give myself a once over in the mirror and smile. Slipping on some black pumps I head over to Henry's room. I enter the room and bite my lip at the sight in front of me.

When he hears the sound of the door closing he turns around and his glistening torso becomes visible. From the towel wrapped loosely around his hips I can tell he just got out of the shower.

He stares at me, most likely due to the skin showing from the slit in the dress.

He takes a sharp inhale as he turns away from me once more.

“I'm almost ready. Just need to get dressed.”

I not even though he can't see me as I admire his sculpted backside. He turns around to me and it is then that I notice he is fully dressed.

“Ready?” He asks snapping me out of my trance.

“Yep.” I grab his arm and we exit the room together.