“Lucien asked me out for dinner tonight. So I guess that’s a start. I’ll ask him about going out over the weekend. He’s been constantly working here, apart from the few days a week he goes in to the office for meetings and to catch up. I feel bad really that he’s spent so much time working from home.”
“I’m sure he was more concerned about the health of you and his child than he was about work. He has four brothers who help in the running of the family business so I’m sure they’ve managed with him being here.”
“They all have different responsibilities, but that’s actually what he said.”
She grins at that. “I can see I’m going to enjoy being his mother-in-law.”
Shit. How do I tell her that I’ve still not agreed to marry him?
Not only that, we haven’t spoken about being engaged either.
“Um, Mom. We still haven’t exactly made plans to get married.” I cringe knowing this isn’t going to go down well. Last time it was mentioned was a disaster.
“What?”
“I’ve been sick and we haven’t discussed it,” I try in an effort to buy us some time.
She narrows her eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me everything?”
“Mom, you need to trust us to do the right thing. Please.”
“For now. But don’t keep me waiting long. I’ve dreamed about you walking down the aisle looking like a princess.” She has a dreamy look on her face. “On the days you weren’t being awkward, you’d dress up in one of your Disney Princess dresses and pretend to marry one of your dolls or have a tea party with The Mad Hatter. It was cute. Pity it didn’t last.”
“Mom,” I say in warning.
“I know, I know. You were cute like that.”
“If you say so.”
All of a sudden a serious look comes over her face as she looks at me.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, “for not being a better mother. I should have listened to your father more about what you wanted and what you needed to make you happy. I shouldn’t have tried to push my upbringing on you.” She swipes at a loose tear. “I’m just happy that you’re giving me another chance. What Lucien said when you came to visit me, it woke me up to the fact that I was about to lose you. I never want that.”
I now feel tears on my face as I untangle myself from my chair. Going over to her, I lean against the chair arm and wrap my arm around her.
“I’m glad we have this second chance together. We’re going to make it and you’re going to make a wonderful grandmother,” I hope, “so let’s move forward okay.”
She nods her head.
“You know we need to watch a chick flick,” I say to lighten the mood, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that’s exactly what we need. It’s also something we’ve never done before.
“Chick flick?”
“Mom, you need to get with the times. A chick flick is a girly movie. Hot guys, usually no violence.” I grin. “We’ll watch Pretty Woman.”
“Alright. I’m game.”
Well, today has certainly turned out differently than I expected.
I wonder how tonight’s dinner is going to turn out.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucien
Being in a meeting all morning was frustrating as hell because all I wanted to do was look up this Christian Grey that Sabrina seems to have ideas about. She reads a lot, especially over the past four weeks, so I presume that he is a character out of one of her books. And, holy fuck was I right. Needless to say I spent most of the afternoon flitting through Fifty Shades of Grey and discovered that Mr Grey has a fetish for grey ties.
Ever since, I’ve been so hard that at one point I was tempted to go and stroke one off in the restroom.
I just hope my girl was serious about being taken and tied because my body is humming with sexual tension.
It’s so bad that when I parked the car in my spot in the underground car park, I’d nearly bitten the security guards head off when he’d stopped me. He’d stammered and forgotten what he’d wanted to say so at least I got on my way.
Looking in to the mirror of the elevator, I grin as I straighten the grey tie. Maybe I won’t tell Sabrina I know who Christian Grey is. See how long I can carry it on before I give in and admit that I didn’t get any work done because I was too intrigued to pass up on the stories.
Finally the doors open on to my floor. Quickly making my way to the door, I punch in the ten digit security code and push the door open.
The blinds are closed throughout the place but the lamps are turned on giving the place a warm glow.
I place my satchel with documents onto the table at the end of the hall, and hope Sabrina is home. I can’t imagine her doing all this and then leaving. At least with how much I want her, I hope she wouldn’t do that.
“Nice day at the office dear?” she drawls.
Her words startle me.
But words leave me when I turn and see her sitting at the dining table with her legs crossed at the ankles, resting on top of it. She is in nothing but stilettos, a tie and a smile.
I chuckle and slowly walk towards her.
She’s killing me.