Undescribable (50 page)

I lean over and kiss her forehead.

“Slade,” she whispers, keeping her eyes shut.

“Shhh. Go back to sleep, Angel. I’ll see you as soon as I get off work.” I smooth her hair off of her face. She has already fallen back to sleep. “Night, baby,” I whisper.

I get to the office and try to work. It’s pointless, though. I’m too busy trying to rack my brain on what to do with Angel tonight.

“Rose.” I call over to her on speakerphone.

“Yes, Mr. Long?”

“Can you come here for a second?”

“Be right there.”

I stand up from my desk and pace back and forth in front of it.

“What do you need, Mr. Long?” Rose asks as she enters my office.

I continue staring at the floor as I pace back and forth. “I need some help.”

“With a client?” she asks, sounding somewhat confused.

I shake my head no. “With Angel.”

“What about Angel? Did you guys break up? I really like her.”

My head snaps to hers. “No.”
God, if she dumped me I would need a stiff drink and few doors to punch. Not help from Rose.

“That’s good to know. I was worried.”

“Tomorrow is her birthday. I want to do something fun tonight to get her mind off of….stuff. What do women like to do?”

“They love it when a man is romantic.”

“Romantic?” I say softly. What can I do to be romantic?

“Yeah. Take her home some flowers and chocolates.” Her eyes light up. “Do you cook?”

My shoulders slump. “No.”

“Don’t worry. Before you leave to head home, I will order you Chinese takeout.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” I nod my head with a smile. “Thanks, Rose.”
I must give her a bigger bonus this year.

“Do you have wine?” she asks.

“Yes.” Angel always keeps a bottle in the fridge. “I just need to call a flower shop.”

“I have one I can call.” Rose waves a hand in the air. “What kind of flowers does she like?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”
Am I supposed to know all of these things?
“Her favorite color is pink,” I add, hoping that will help.

Rose smiles. “I’ll get pink roses.”

“Thanks so much, Rose.”

She dismisses herself and leaves my office. As I sit down at my desk, Rose comes through the intercom. “Holly is on line two for you.”

“Thanks, Rose.”

I pick up the phone. “Hey, Holly. What’s up?”

“I know what you can get Sam if you don’t have an idea yet,” she says excitedly.

“I actually already got her something, but what is it? I’ll get it too.” I want Angel to have everything she wants.

“It’s a pair of heels. We saw them at the mall when we were shopping and she fell in love with them, but they didn’t have her size. They said they were expecting a shipment today.”

“Well, how will I know if they came in today or not?” I don’t know anything when it comes to women’s shoes.

She laughs. “I already called. They are holding them for you. You’re welcome.”

I laugh at her. She gives me the store information, then hangs up.

I press the intercom button on my phone. “Rose.”

“Yes, Mr. Long?”

“I’m going to go ahead and leave for the day.” I start packing up my stuff. Angel needs me at home, and I can do the work I need to get done tonight while she sleeps.

“Okay. I will go ahead and get everything set up for you.”

Not twenty minutes later I’m walking around the mall looking for the shoe store.

“Can I help you?” an older brunette woman asks as I enter the store.

“Yes, I am here to pick up a pair of shoes. The name is Slade Long.”

She nods her head and walks behind the counter. She grabs a black box and opens it for me. “Are these correct?”

I give her a questioning look as she unwraps the bubble wrap from around one of them. Why would a pair of heels need to be wrapped in bubble wrap? I stare at the black high heel she holds up, speechless. There is no way these are them. Without saying anything, I pull out my cell phone and dial Holly’s number.

“Hello?”

“Holly, what did these heels look like?” I say, panicking.

She laughs. “You don’t think their sexy as hell?”

“Sexy?” I ask, astonished. “Try dangerous.”

“She loved them. They’re hot as hell and I think they are on sale.”

“They could be used a weapon, to kill me.”

“Then you better be good,” she laughs as she hangs up.

I place my phone in my pocket and look up at the lady who is smiling, trying to hide her amusement. She scans the bar code and puts the heel back in the box, but not before wrapping it back up. “That will be two hundred and thirty five dollars.”

I pull out my wallet and hand her three one hundred dollar bills. She places the box in a sack and hands them to me, and I walk out of the mall to my car and place them in my trunk. I want them as far away from me as possible.

I’m worried about Angel. I haven’t talked to her once today. I’ve texted her twice since I’ve been off work, but she still hasn’t responded. I hope she’s home. She hasn’t said anything about working tonight. She always tells me when she has to work. What if she already has plans?

I pull in to the garage and grab the takeout, flowers and chocolates before getting out of the car. I walk into the kitchen and notice that everything looks the exact same as it did this morning. I place the vase that came with the flowers under the sink faucet, filling it with water, then grab the bottle of wine and two glasses. I head back to the bedroom, trying to carry everything in two hands.

Angel is lying in bed. Has she been there all day? I place everything on the long dresser, then walk over to her.

I kneel down by her as I speak softly, “Angel.” She opens her eyes and they look red and swollen. “Are you okay, baby?”

She nods her head. “Yeah.” She gives a small smile. “How was your day? Was it a good one?”

I smile as I shake my head. I can tell she has been crying, but she wants to know if
I
had a good day. “It is now. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” She sits up.

“Well, you’re in luck. I brought Chinese home.” I walk over to grab the sack as I hear her gasps.

I turn around, thinking something is wrong. “What?”

“Did you get me flowers?”

“Yes. Why? Do you hate flowers?”

“No, I love flowers.” She smiles.

I smile.
Good.

I pour us each a glass of wine, then sit down on the bed next to her and open up the Chinese bag. “What is your favorite? I got several different things.”

“I love sweet and sour chicken and fried rice.”

“That’s my favorite too.”

She places her hand on my arm. “Thanks, baby, for bringing home dinner and for the flowers. It really means a lot to me.”

Home.

“You’re welcome, Angel.” I hand her some food as we lean back against the headboard and eat our dinner. I want to ask her how her day was, but I know it wasn’t good. I want to ask her if she even got out of bed today, but I know she didn’t.

I just want her to relax tonight.

“Happy birthday.”

I feel Slade’s breath on my neck, and I turn around to face him. The smile drops off his face. I know I have a blank look on my face, but it’s better than crying, right?

He reaches up, running his knuckles against my cheek. He sighs and it makes me feel bad. It should be a happy birthday. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but with him. I give him a small smile.

“It is now,” I whisper. He smiles and sits up, pushing the covers off of him. “Where are you going?”

He doesn’t answer as he walks out of the room. I sit up and stretch my body. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and spent most of the night tossing and turning.

Slade walks in with his right arm stretched out to the side, holding a square box wrapped in silver wrapping paper. My brows scrunch together. “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything.”

“Well, I did. And yes, it’s Christmas wrapping paper. Sorry, it was all I had.” He laughs as he places the box on the bed, then takes a few steps back.

“Are you ok?” Its looks like he’s scared of the box. “Is there a lizard or a snake that’s going to pop out when I open it?” I look at the box, then to him.

“I wish.” He runs a hand through his hair. I giggle as I watch him eye the box like it is a bomb about to explode. I reach over and pick it up.

“I love the wrapping job,” I laugh. It’s like he just rolled the box and then taped the paper on the ends. He remains quiet and away from the bed as I tear the paper off. Once the paper is gone, and I see the box, I look up at him in astonishment. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “How did you know about these?” I ask, still looking at him.

“Holly called me, told me you wanted them.” He shrugs. “So, I went and got them.” He looks at me and smiles.

I squeal like a school girl, then rip the lid off of the box and tear through the bubble wrap like a kid on Christmas morning. They are the hottest pair of heels I have ever seen. They are six inch black high heels with a round toe. The round toe is covered in black leather with silver spikes that vary in length and sizes. Running up the back of the heel are little spikes that are all short in length.

I look up at him and I smile so big my cheeks hurt. “Thank you. I love them!”

His face and shoulders fall. “Those are really the ones you wanted?”

I nod my head real fast.

“I was hoping it was a mistake,” he whines like a little boy, making me smile even more.

“Why?” I laugh.

He points a finger at them while his eyes bulge out looking at me. “Look at those! The next fight we get into, I can just see you kicking me in the dick. Or you could throw them at my head.” He says it with the upmost serious face I have ever seen, and I burst out laughing at him. I can’t help it. I fall back on the bed laughing so hard that tears falls down my cheeks. I close my eyes as I continue to laugh at him.

I feel him get on the bed and he straddles me. I calm myself some and open my eyes at him. He still has that serious look on his face.

“I could wear them only during sex.”
There’s no way I will only wear them during sex.

I don’t think he could look any more scared, but I was wrong as his face pales a bit. “You could stab me in the leg or the ass.”

“Great sex leaves marks.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

He grabs my arms, and holds them down by my head. “Well, I guess I could tie each ankle to a bed post. Yeah,” he nods his head. “That way, you can wear them and they won’t kill me.” He smiles. “I like them already.”

“Chicken,” I whisper as his face comes down to mine.

He smiles then his lips are on mine, kissing me hard.

“Thank you baby, I love them,” I say as he pulls away.

“Happy birthday, Angel.” He places the box on the floor, then digs around in his night stand. He finds what he’s looking for, and places the condom beside me on the bed as he settles his face between my legs, once again showing me I am going to have one hell of a good birthday.

After Slade leaves for work, I find myself standing in his kitchen with my phone in one hand and a check in the other. I look on the kitchen counter and see the flowers Slade got me and they make me smile. He made my day when he brought me flowers. I had never been given flowers by any man except my dad. It warmed my heart.