looked across at her friend. “I get what he’s saying, but it’s not always easy. I’ve been like this my whole life. How I dress, what I’m comfortable wearing, even how I behave…just doesn’t change overnight.”
“And I thought I had problems with guys. At least they just punch me, and I tell them to buzz off. Simple.” Kyra shook her head. “This one is way too complicated for me.”
“I don’t expect you to have the answers. But it helps to talk.”
The steaming plates of food arrived. The smell reminded Leah of her gnawing stomach.
“I’m sure it will be okay,” Kyra said. “Try to talk to him again.”
Leah put her napkin on her lap. “I will.”
They both made quick work of the food, and after lunch Roston dropped Kyra at her place then took Leah home. He carried all of her packages inside, and told her to lock the door behind him. Looking at the avalanche of bags, Leah doubted all of it was going to fit in her tiny closet.
She decided to deal with that later, and ran a hot bubble bath. A good soak was just what she needed, and a massage for her aching feet. But there was no one available to give her that service. Once in a while, Gianni gave her foot rubs, which were heavenly.
Shopping was a good way to spend a Saturday. But if she did much more of it, Leah was going to have to get a bigger apartment. She closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water seep into her aching muscles. It felt so good that she nearly dozed off.
While Gianni was away on business, she missed him a lot. It was not like she saw him every night, anyway. But when he was out of town, he didn’t tend to call much. Without him, Leah felt so alone. He had become such a part of her life.
It wasn’t just the sex. Although that was amazing. It was also just being together, sharing things with him. She thought he’d even started to like classical poetry. After all, she’d read enough of it to him. And she loved him. It wasn’t so strange to want to be with him.
Leah reflected on what she had said to Kyra. It was how she felt, but she didn’t know why she couldn’t change. It wasn’t wrong for a man to want good things for the woman he cared about, and to see her dress well, to be proud of herself.
Maybe it was just that she had not had anyone do that before. No one had seemed to care what she wore, or how she acted. Even her parents had been very open-minded about such things. Leah had never been pressured one way or the other.
So she had developed the way she had. And what was wrong with that, anyway? So what if she wore something that hid her chest, or covered her legs? So what if she didn’t show off her figure? Even as she thought it, Leah knew.
Gianni was calling her out on it. He knew she harbored self-criticism that was reflected in how she dressed, and how she treated herself. And he cared enough to help her through it. That had to be it. He didn’t want to change her. If he didn’t like her the way she was, he wouldn’t be with her. Would he?
Chapter 4
Leah dunked her head underwater, soaking her hair. She almost didn’t hear the phone ring. They were still using the disposable ones, and she kept it close, in case Gianni called. It was late in the afternoon, and seeing it was him, Leah hoped the call meant he was home.
Quickly, she dried her hand on a towel and picked up the phone. “Gianni.”
“Hi, baby.”
Leah’s heart warmed at the sound of his voice. “Are you home?”
“Yes, I got in about an hour ago.” He paused a second. “What am I catching you doing?”
“I’m naked in a bubble bath.”
His deep laugh turned her on. “You tempt me to change my plans and come right over.”
“What plans?”
“Are you available tonight, or do you have a hot date?”
Leah smiled. “Sounds like I have one now.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Roston will pick you up in an hour. Dress warmly.”
Leah sat up in the bathtub. “Why? Where are we going?”
“It’s a