Chapter 14

“Sit.” Arrick pushes me down on the long mink-colored fabric couch and then scoops down to unbuckle my shoes. I sink obediently, lifting cold, aching legs as warm hands encircle my ankles, and he slides down to rest himself on his thighs. Lifting one foot at a time onto his knee, he unlatches me from my self-inflicted restraints and sets my burning feet free.

I swear I love my shoes, but sometimes they kill me. Whoever said fashion isn’t pain is a liar. He takes my shoes and moves off to lay them on the floor, pulling his jacket from my shoulders and throwing it towards one of the armchairs.

“Thanks.” I grin at him sleepily, more than aware he is only doing it as I moaned from his car to the elevator about the agony I was enduring. My tiredness, my inability to stand to be upright anymore, and then used him as a crutch while waiting in the slow-ass thing. I did ask him to piggyback me to the couch, but he dragged me ungracefully by the hand instead and told me I was goin