Work Before You Fuck (Before You Fuck #2) by Margretta Milano Page B

night, remembering every caress. His mouth, his eyes, his face. Touching his face and his body. Was it a dream? Tears came to my eyes. I couldn't help myself from crying a little bit because it was just more than I could handle having all my dreams come true all at once.
    After I got out of the shower, I put my nightie back on and tiptoed into the kitchen to start some coffee. I had to clear my head and get myself under control again. I brewed a cup quickly and held it in my hands. It was warm so I took a sip and looked out the window at the main house. God imagine if I lived in that big house. Part of me couldn’t wait, but a bigger part was freaked out. I couldn't wait until this is my life. Then I reminded myself that Adrian was letting me design the entire place. Pinch me!
    I had flashbacks of the night before. I remembered calling his name over and over again Adrian, Adrian, Adrian. He took me to a level of pleasure I didn’t think was possible. He was incredible person all the way around. I sipped the coffee again and felt his arms around me.
    “Good morning,” Adrian said, kissing my neck and pushing aside my hair, “That was a beautiful night.”
    He turned me around and lifted me up.
    “You could be my greatest love,” he said. My heart wanted to explode out of my chest.
    “Careful, you going to spill this coffee,” I said and he put me back down. He looked down at my and pulled my hair back into a mock ponytail.
    “You have made my dreams come true, Adrian. I didn’t think a love like this was possible for me.”
    “That’s so sad to hear. At least I can make your dreams come true,” Adrian leaned down and gave me a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.
    “What are we going to do with ourselves before we pack up and leave?”
    “Whatever you want to do.”
    “Ug, this afternoon we do have to go back to New York,” Adrian said, “I hate to break it to you.”
    “I don't want to go back to reality,” I told Adrian. And it was the truth. I just wanted to be with him and living our lives. “I just wanted to be in this little bubble,” I said with a sad smile.
    “We can come here again. I mean, it's not going anywhere; I own it!”
     I laughed, “Okay sweetie.” Then I paused.
    “I want to make you breakfast. You made me that delicious turkey sandwich, which by the way I want another one of those for lunch, but let me make you an omelet. I’m kind of known for my Denver omelet. So I grabbed Adrian by the hand and led him to the couch. “You sit down and watch some TV.” So off I went. I started cracking some eggs, and toasting some bread, and slicing some avocado.
     I served Adrian brunch at the table and the he asked me about growing up
    “Tell me what it was like to grow up in Chinatown.”
    “I spent most of my life in the New York City, so when I went to college in Ithaca, it was a revelation. I loved the rural feel – I felt like I was finally seeing life in color. Growing up with my two older brothers in a small apartment, life was pretty black-and-white. My parents were always working in their restaurants. My brothers and I were always studying to get ahead in life. Getting into Cornell was really wonderful for my family. It was a huge accomplishment. We were all successful, but my brothers have been successful in traditional ways. When I didn’t see myself in the sciences and I started exploring the design world, my parents were devastated. I really saw myself as a designer. They had to adjust.”
    Adrian stopped me, “Well, what would they think of me?” I paused and thought for a moment.
    “I haven't thought about that, but you are successful so I'm sure they'll be very happy about that,” I laughed.
    “Of course they want me to marry a Chinese guy but maybe it’s enough that you do business in China! The bottom line is that I’m used to not following my parents’ wishes so I don't mind whatever they think about you,” I squeezed his hand.
    “What about your family,