20 - I Want to Know You

20 - I Want to Know You

James

“If you keep sighing like that, you’ll get wrinkles early,” Mia commented.

I glanced at Mia, who shouldn’t look adorable in a messy bun and a baggy band tee shirt. I hadn’t thought twice about buying any toys or lingerie she wanted at the sex shop and kept my glare fixated on Nate’s dark hair when he had scanned all her items, humming a tune. Mia had been a little upset about me paying everything for her, but I was her caregiver for a few days. I would buy her a yacht if she asked me to, and I wouldn’t blink an eye.

Maybe it is time to go talk to my therapist again, because I was sure that my behavior wasn’t normal when it came to a certain doe-eyed minx.

“Do I look like someone who cares about wrinkles, Princess?” I muttered, looking back at the blueprints, eyeing the dimensions and going through the various excel sheets wondering what I was missing.

We had dinner, and she was doing her homework on the kitchen island while I was going through the desi