What If You by Sandi Lynn (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕

up in a couple hours. Sam will close the shop for me.”

He reached up and swept the back of his hand along my cheek.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

27

Asher

Her car smelled like her. A combination of the light fragrance of roses with just a hint of sandalwood. A sensual smell. Light and not overpowering. It was the first thing I noticed about her besides her beauty that day we met in the elevator. A scent that still lingered around my penthouse.

A couple hours had passed, so I parked the car and went into the shop. Everly had just finished helping a customer when she saw me.

“You didn’t hurt my baby in any way, did you?”

“If you’re referring to your car, no.” I smiled.

She grabbed her purse, said goodbye to Samantha, and we walked out of the shop.

“Would you like to meet my grandma?” she asked. “I told her I’d come by tonight.”

“I’d love to meet her.”

I handed Everly the keys and she drove to the hospital. As we entered through the doors, I noticed she kept her head down as we walked to the elevator.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine. As long as I keep my head down and don’t make eye contact, they won’t bother me.”

“Who won’t bother you?” I furrowed my brows.

“The spirits. The people who have passed but don’t know they’ve passed.”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked as I pushed the button to the elevator.

“No. If I make eye contact, they know I can see them.”

I sighed as we stepped into the elevator. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was, and I sort of wished she didn’t tell me. We approached room 3309 and when we stepped inside, the frail woman lying in the bed slowly opened her eyes.

“Hi Grandma,” Everly said as she walked over to her and kissed her forehead. “Grandma I’d like you to—”

“I know who Mr. Remington is, dear. Don’t be shy, young man.” She slowly lifted her arm.

Walking over to her, I took hold of her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tillie.”

“Is there anything I can get you, Grandma?” Everly asked her.

“No. I’m fine.”

We stayed for a while and talked until Tillie could no longer stay awake.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Grandma,” Everly said as she gave her a kiss.

“It was nice to meet you, Tillie.” I placed my hand on hers.

“You as well.” She closed her eyes.

“Here we are,” Everly said as we pulled into the driveway.

Climbing out of the car, I stood back and stared at the turn of the century style colonial home with the dark blue vinyl siding and white porch and trim.

“Wow, Everly.”

“Wow, what?” She smiled as we stood on the lawn.

“This house.”

“You like it?”

“I do. I can’t wait to see the inside.”

“Follow me, Mr. Remington.” She grinned as we walked up the steps to the porch.

When she opened the door and we stepped inside, I was in awe of the winding staircase that led upstairs.

“We can start the tour upstairs and you can set your bag in my room.”

“This house is every realtor’s dream,” I spoke as we toured the upstairs. “It had to be built in the early 1900’s.”

“It was built in the year 1900. A wealthy family lived here. A husband and wife with their four children. He owned one of the largest manufacturing plants in the city. She stayed at home with the children and they had a maid who occupied the sixth bedroom.”

“Really? You must have done a lot of research on the house,” I said as we walked down the stairs.

“No. I didn’t have to.”

I stopped at the bottom step and turned and looked at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

“All was good until the husband started having an affair with the maid. He’d go to her room in the middle of the night when his wife was sound asleep and—well, you know what they did.”

“How old were you when you found all this out?”

“Six.” She smirked. “I saw it the moment me and my grandmother stepped through the door.”

“Did the wife find out?” I couldn’t believe I had just asked her that.

“She knew, but she never let on that she did. She wasn’t about to give up all the wealth.”

“Smart woman.” I smirked and she playfully slapped my arm.

Grabbing her, I pulled her into me as we stood in the kitchen and pressed my lips against hers. Picking her up and setting her on the counter, she wrapped her legs around me as our kiss grew more passionate. My cock was solid, and I was desperate to be inside her.

“I missed this,” I breathlessly spoke.

“Me too.”

I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor while her fingers undid my belt and pants. Unhooking her bra, I released her breasts and fondled them as my tongue traveled across her neck. She gasped as did I when her hand reached down the front of my pants and her fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. Quickly pulling my shirt over my head, I leaned down and took her hardened nipples between my teeth while her hands pulled my pants down from my hips. The short skirt she wore allowed me easy access as my hand ran up her thigh and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Quickly pulling them down, I swept my fingers over her sensitive area, making sure she was wet enough before thrusting inside her. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

I pulled her forward until she was at the very edge of the counter and I pushed inside her as we both let out satisfying moans. Her nails dug into the flesh of my back as I moved in and out of her. The warmth inside her enveloped my cock as it prepared to erupt. Her moans intensified as her legs tightened around my waist and she came. As much as I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. She had me so hard and turned on.

“Oh