with the public yet. I'll see you around 7:30. Until then." His smile still shining brightly, he turned and left the room.
***
I kept myself busy the rest of the day by finishing up some paperwork and grading things that needed to be returned. I quickly ran home, changed, and was in my car, making the trek out to Connor's. I was still shocked by the house, even on night two.
Again Connor met me at the door, only this time he picked me up and swung me in a huge hug on the walkway.
"Work was torture. This? I do believe this is heaven." He smiled brightly and took me by the hand inside. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised seeing the table set, already laid out with wine and food. Two small candles glowed on the table and there was miniature version of the spring bouquet Connor brought me today.
"This is gorgeous Connor. My gosh I feel like royalty." I had never had a guy try so hard and be so perfect at it.
"Good. Now sit and let's eat."
Ravioli and homemade sauce, garlic bread and salad. After we ate and drank Connor brought out the cheesecake and we both had a piece. After that I was beyond stuffed.
"I feel like a broken record but that was delicious. And thank you again. The flowers, the dinner, everything." I felt content. Just plain happy.
"You're beyond welcome. I'll give you a short tour if you'd like."
I jumped at the chance to see the rest of this beautiful house.
Connor took my hand and we walked through the sitting room down a large hallway. The first right led us to a huge tiled and marbled bathroom. Three spare bedrooms and the last room on the hallway was Connor's.
The room had a high vaulted ceiling, beautiful six foot windows and the master bathroom was half as big as the entire bedroom. A whirlpool tub, double sinks, all white with hints of tan.
When we reached the front sitting room, we sat on the couch in front of the fire.
"This is a great home Connor. I can't believe it."
"Thanks, It's just a building though. I-." Connor's phone rang in his pocket, he pulled it out, examined the screen and frowned. "I'm sorry, excuse me just a moment. Hello?...Yeah...What the hell?.. You've got to be kidding me...Well fix it... It's what I fucking pay you for...God dammit...ok...give me some time...I'll be there as soon as I can..."
The tone of his voice involuntarily made me jump. I had never heard anything even close from him. I shifted on the couch, moving my position slightly away from him.
"Is everything ok?"
"I need to deal with something. I'm sorry. Dammit, of all fucking nights." He got up from the couch and began storming around the sitting room and then to the kitchen. I heard the sound of glass crashing to the ground and shot up off the couch. I heard Connor curse from the kitchen and walk back towards the sitting room.
"I'll go, take care of what you need to." I was scrambling for my shoes and purse, anything to stay out of his angry gaze.
"No, please stay." His hand reached out to take my bag from my hands and I involuntarily flinched. Immediately the anger left his face and his brows furrowed together and he looked quite honestly in pain. "Madison...please stay. I won't be long. Maybe thirty minutes. I'm sorry." His voice was soft and deep, it had lost any angry shrill.
He stood there looking at me for a second and reached for my hand. Barely grasping it he frowned. "Go ahead in the bedroom, turn on the TV. I'll be back, I promise."
I simply nodded and dropped my shoe. He gazed at me as he turned to go out the door and one last time before he closed the wooden door behind him.
Even after I heard him start his truck and pull out of the driveway I stood there. Almost frightened to move and break the stillness in the house. I remembered the breaking noise in the kitchen and walked in to see a wine glass had tipped and spilt wine on the table, followed by the glass plummeting to the floor and breaking into a million pieces. I opened what I hoped was the pantry
***
I kept myself busy the rest of the day by finishing up some paperwork and grading things that needed to be returned. I quickly ran home, changed, and was in my car, making the trek out to Connor's. I was still shocked by the house, even on night two.
Again Connor met me at the door, only this time he picked me up and swung me in a huge hug on the walkway.
"Work was torture. This? I do believe this is heaven." He smiled brightly and took me by the hand inside. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised seeing the table set, already laid out with wine and food. Two small candles glowed on the table and there was miniature version of the spring bouquet Connor brought me today.
"This is gorgeous Connor. My gosh I feel like royalty." I had never had a guy try so hard and be so perfect at it.
"Good. Now sit and let's eat."
Ravioli and homemade sauce, garlic bread and salad. After we ate and drank Connor brought out the cheesecake and we both had a piece. After that I was beyond stuffed.
"I feel like a broken record but that was delicious. And thank you again. The flowers, the dinner, everything." I felt content. Just plain happy.
"You're beyond welcome. I'll give you a short tour if you'd like."
I jumped at the chance to see the rest of this beautiful house.
Connor took my hand and we walked through the sitting room down a large hallway. The first right led us to a huge tiled and marbled bathroom. Three spare bedrooms and the last room on the hallway was Connor's.
The room had a high vaulted ceiling, beautiful six foot windows and the master bathroom was half as big as the entire bedroom. A whirlpool tub, double sinks, all white with hints of tan.
When we reached the front sitting room, we sat on the couch in front of the fire.
"This is a great home Connor. I can't believe it."
"Thanks, It's just a building though. I-." Connor's phone rang in his pocket, he pulled it out, examined the screen and frowned. "I'm sorry, excuse me just a moment. Hello?...Yeah...What the hell?.. You've got to be kidding me...Well fix it... It's what I fucking pay you for...God dammit...ok...give me some time...I'll be there as soon as I can..."
The tone of his voice involuntarily made me jump. I had never heard anything even close from him. I shifted on the couch, moving my position slightly away from him.
"Is everything ok?"
"I need to deal with something. I'm sorry. Dammit, of all fucking nights." He got up from the couch and began storming around the sitting room and then to the kitchen. I heard the sound of glass crashing to the ground and shot up off the couch. I heard Connor curse from the kitchen and walk back towards the sitting room.
"I'll go, take care of what you need to." I was scrambling for my shoes and purse, anything to stay out of his angry gaze.
"No, please stay." His hand reached out to take my bag from my hands and I involuntarily flinched. Immediately the anger left his face and his brows furrowed together and he looked quite honestly in pain. "Madison...please stay. I won't be long. Maybe thirty minutes. I'm sorry." His voice was soft and deep, it had lost any angry shrill.
He stood there looking at me for a second and reached for my hand. Barely grasping it he frowned. "Go ahead in the bedroom, turn on the TV. I'll be back, I promise."
I simply nodded and dropped my shoe. He gazed at me as he turned to go out the door and one last time before he closed the wooden door behind him.
Even after I heard him start his truck and pull out of the driveway I stood there. Almost frightened to move and break the stillness in the house. I remembered the breaking noise in the kitchen and walked in to see a wine glass had tipped and spilt wine on the table, followed by the glass plummeting to the floor and breaking into a million pieces. I opened what I hoped was the pantry
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