Innuendos (It Had 2 B U Book 1) (6 page)

Both Maggie and Breezy giggle.

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt your breakfast any more than I already have. Besides, I’m sure Travis is probably checking his watch every five minutes like normal.”

That Figures! Numbers Man is a clock watcher.
I already hate this guy, and I haven’t even met him—not that she would let me. I’m not allowed to meet Breezy’s boyfriends until
she’s
ready.

“Hey Hicks, when will you be home?”

“Sunday night. Don’t wait up for me; it could be really late. Nice meeting you, Maggie. Don’t let Max fool you. He’s a sweetheart underneath all that sarcastic asshole.”

“I would take offense to that if it wasn’t true,” I pipe in. “Until we flirt again, my love.”

“As always, I will mark it on my calendar. I’ll pencil you in for Monday morning around six?”

“Sounds good, make sure you make it a little more believable next time. I think your delivery was a little off this morning. I wasn’t feeling your normal caliber of flirt,” I tease.

“Dually noted. I will make sure to lay it on extra thick for you next time. See ya later, Max.”

She grabs her bag and disappears through the front door.

The minute the door closes, Maggie is laughing. I look over at her and shake my head.

“Holy shit,” she fans herself. “The sexual chemistry between you two is off the charts. I think I just got pregnant by it.”

Now I’m laughing. “Okay, Funny Girl. That’s enough making fun of my pathetic love life. Let’s get back to our previous conversation. Are you serious about working out? I can usually tell when someone is serious about it or just trying to start a relationship with me. Right now you have me thinking it’s fifty-fifty.”

“As amazing as you were in the sack last night, I don’t think I can compete with a secret love interest in the hot roommate. I’m a confident woman, but not
that
confident. I can’t compete with true love.”

“I’m not sure it’s true love—a silly infatuation maybe, but not true love.”

“Max, I may have only observed you two together for thirty minutes, but in that amount of time you: flirted, got a hard on, sighed, and pretty much trailed after her like a love sick puppy. You definitely love her.”

“What kind of workout are you looking for?” I ask, changing the subject. She must notice my attempt to redirect our conversation and smirks.

“Anything, I’d like to lose like forty pounds, maybe more.”

“Well, I’m working at the gym on Monday if you want to meet me. We can start a regiment for you—get you eating healthier, and start you on the right path towards your weight loss goal.”

“What time?”

“How about four o’clock?”

“That sounds good. I will be looking forward to seeing you again,” she smiles.

“Maggie, remember that this is it. No relationships. I don’t want you getting attached to me or anything. I tried to make it clear in the beginning what last night meant.”

“Trust me, Max; the last thing I want from you is a relationship. Maybe, a new ass and a decent waist line, but a relationship with you is the farthest thing from my mind.”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to come off rudely, but I had some classy stalkers in the past. They used to come to the gym, hoping to win me over and get me to commit to them.”

Maggie is quiet for a second before getting up from her chair. “You weren’t rude, Max. Last night was amazing. It ranks high, somewhere in my top five sexual experiences.”

“Only top five?”

“Sorry, but you can’t compete with my college professor. That’s seriously every woman’s fantasy even if I was the fourth girl he slept with. Getting fucked up against a chalk board is hot.”

This time I do actually spit out my coffee, making her laugh.

“Maggie, if you keep making me laugh like this, I may have to keep you around. I laugh a lot with Breezy, but you’re hilarious.”

“I’m fat. I have to have some kind of gimmick to get people to like me.”

“First thing you should know about me as your trainer, is that the “F” word is not allowed in my presence. I’m not talking about the mother of all swear words either. You can say fuck all you want. Hell, it’s one of my favorite words, but under no circumstances can you call yourself fat ever again. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” she grins, saluting me with her hand like a soldier.

“Okay, so will I see you Monday then?”

“You sure will. I’m looking forward to your personal attention. I expect my thighs to get a strong workout.”

“Trust me; I will have more than your thighs working. I’m the king of making every muscle on a woman’s body throb—especially, the ones that count.” I wink at her.

“I think you’re more the king of flirting.”

“I have been called that a time or two. Shall I drive you home now?”

“Sure, thanks again for the great night.”

“Anytime, Maggie, it was my pleasure.

Chapter Five

Breezy

When I get back to Travis’s house, I feel those excited bubbles bursting in my belly.
He loves me. I love him. This is perfect.

I knock on his door, and it immediately opens. He’s standing in front of me with his shirt off and only board shorts on. Instantly my greedy little hands fly to his stomach, tickling the flatness of it. He doesn’t have abs like Max does, but there’s definitely not an inch of fat on his body. Travis’s body is what I would describe as a runner’s body—a fit and sexy runner’s body.

“I love you,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“You know I could hear you say that a million times and it will never get old.” I breathe out a long, content sigh after his lips meet mine. “Thanks for having me over. What do you have planned for us this weekend?”

“Did you happen to pack warm?”

“Umm, I think I did, why?”

“My parents have a ski lodge up in Aspen, and I was hoping you would come with me. Think about how romantic it will be to fuck each other’s brains out by the fireplace.”

“Sooo romantic,” I roll my eyes. “We just said I love you, and you’re talking about fucking me by a fireplace. My romance meter is off the charts right now.”

“Sorry. The thought of you being naked by a fireplace has my brain on hyper overdrive. What I meant was make love of course.”

“Of course,” I smack his arm. “Let me get that shovel so you can dig yourself a little deeper into that hole you’re sitting in.”

“I’m good at digging myself into holes,” he nuzzles my neck. “So what do you say to an overnight in Aspen?”

“Travis, we live in Florida. How are we going to get to Aspen?” I ask him.

“On my dad’s private jet, of course.”

“Your dad has a private jet?” How did I not know this about him? Travis’s swank apartment isn’t filled with the normal expensive furniture or knick-knacks my mind tells me should be in a rich man’s house. His car is modest, and his spending habits are not luxurious at all. Besides the fancy dinner last night, I’ve never seen him buy anything remotely expensive.

“I can see your wheels turning. I’m adopted, Breeanne.”

“You’re adopted?” This is another new tidbit I should know about the man I love. Why are all these important things just now coming up?

“My father owns one of the largest oil companies in the United States. He spends a lot of time traveling to each of his rigs and therefore has a private jet to get him from point A to point B.

My mother and father adopted me when I was six. I was left home alone by my mother who went out gambling with one of her friends. I ended up wandering over to a neighbor’s house. I don’t remember much about that day, only that I was hungry and the bread we had in the house was crusty like croutons. So I left the apartment, and found myself admiring the big house on the hill. All I wanted to do was look and see if they had a pool in their yard, because it was hot and I was way too sweaty. They caught me lurking about. When my stomach grumbled at the smell of their kitchen, they ended up feeding me an amazingly huge lunch. Mrs. Irving doted on me all day. I guess they had tried numerous times to have children and were never able to. I was like that kid they always wanted.

The Irvings ended up calling the cops on my mother, and I was thrown into foster care. Turns out, my mom popped hot for narcotics and alcohol, and they found a lot of drug paraphernalia in my house after they arrested her.

Anyway, Douglas and Sherry kind of took a liking to me that afternoon I spent with them. They immediately filed to be foster parents and paid the
right
people to keep me from getting placed in houses where I could get lost in the system. Within a week, I was back in the big house with my own room filled with toys. A year later, I was officially their child.

My mom didn’t even hesitate to sign over all her rights to me. My dad was some one-night-stand she didn’t remember, so I didn’t have a father on my birth certificate that could object to the adoption—not that I would’ve wanted him to. Getting away from my mother was the best thing for me. I don’t even miss her. I also don’t remember anything about her but her backside: an oversized butt in too short shorts, tank tops that were so small they could be mistaken for bras, and long blonde hair filled with knots and kinks because she never brushed it. I didn’t care that she gave me away, not after I met the Irvings.”

“Oh my god, Travis, that’s horrible.”

“Travis isn’t even the name she gave me, either. She used to call me “Little Shit”. I grew up thinking that was my real name, so when the Irvings asked me what my name was; I told them it was Little Shit. Turns out my real name is actually Gandalf Frodo Brooks. My whore of a mother was so out of it when I was born, that she named me after friggin’
Lord of the Rings
characters. When the Irving’s adopted me, they named me Travis Allen Irving, after my two grandfathers. I thank God every day for guiding me towards my mom and dad. If it wasn’t for them, I would have been another ‘Little Shit’, roaming the foster care system and probably the streets, too.”

I put my arm around him and hold him close. He’s not crying, but I feel like he needs a hug anyway. “I’m so sorry all that happened to you, Travis.”

“It’s okay, but now that the heart-wrenching crap is out of my system, do you want to go to Aspen?”

“Is there even snow up there at this time of year?”

“Maybe a little. I really want us to go for the alone time. Being always stuck in my apartment is getting really old.”

I know that’s a personal dig on the fact he hasn’t been to my house yet, but I honestly don’t care. The last thing I need is for him to meet Max.

“Sure, we can go.”

“Great. I can’t wait. It even has a personal Jacuzzi we can use,” he lifts a suggestive eyebrow.

“Sounds fun!”

“Oh by the way, change into a dress; you’re going to need it.”

He opens the cabin door and leads me into the most exquisite cabin I’ve ever seen. Cedar and oak accents span every wall. I can smell the wood the moment we enter. It’s like being in a lush forest that just soaked up a heavy rain. From the outside the cabin looked small, but once I crossed the threshold, I was met with vaulted ceilings and vast open spaces. Every wall is covered with quaint paintings of heavily wooded forests and vibrant yellow meadows. From the ceiling rafters, large chandeliers made of antlers hang above us. In the middle of the room is a large sectional couch facing an enormous bay window that’s overlooking a lake. For some reason, I didn’t notice the water on the drive up here
. I may have been a little busy at the time.
A sixty-five inch television is tacked onto the wall above a large, rock covered fireplace, and a plush, purple carpet covers the hardwood floor in the living room area.

“Come on. The bedroom is this way.” He leads me to a back hallway and a set of four rooms that face each other. There is way too much wood in this cabin, and I absolutely love it. He opens the last door, which reveals a huge spacious master bedroom complete with a four post king-sized bed and adjoining bathroom with giant Jacuzzi tub.

“If I had planned this better, that bed would be covered with roses and this room alit with candles. Sorry, I forgot my romance pants in the dryer this morning.”

I laugh, “That’s okay. I don’t plan on keeping you in
any
pants for very much longer.”

He takes that as an invitation and drops our bags to the ground. His arms encircle my waist. He hoists me up onto the bed, throwing me against the soft down comforter.

Travis’s pale blue eyes meet mine. He smiles, taking a dangling piece of hair out of my face and brushing it across my cheek. “