Little Black Break (Little Black Book #2) (5 page)

SEBASTIAN NEVER CEASED TO AMAZE me. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought about him. It didn’t matter if everyone else thought he was about as snuggly as a cactus. All that mattered was I knew differently.

Sebastian was romantic—he was emotional and loving. Sure, on the outside, he was as hard as steel, but he had to be in his type of business. Behind closed doors, he was all softness, and I thrived on that. I basked in his glowing attention and I loved every second of it.

He bought a building for me.

For us.

And he wanted to start a new restaurant.

He’d listened to my dreams and made them come true. Sure, criminal justice was my passion, but cooking was my mother’s. One that we’d shared a lot when she was alive. In some of my favorite memories with her we were covered in flour, baking some new recipe with smiles on our faces. It was something we shared—mother and daughter—and now, because of Sebastian, a dream that my mother never got to fulfill was coming to fruition.

I loved the idea. I wasn’t much of a club girl, although Sebastian had taught me the ins and outs of his business over the years. But a restaurant was something I could really sink my teeth into. Even now, with only the exposed brick walls and mess that surrounded us, I could close my eyes and see its possibilities.

On top of everything else, Sebastian was right.

I knew him.

I knew how he felt about business and commitments, so I understood his way of thinking. His buying a business for us to start together was a massive deal. Marriage was special. It bonded us together in all the ways I wanted to connect to him, but in his mind, running a business together was his way of binding himself to me.

It was beautiful, and I was sure no one else would understand it, but that wasn’t important. All that mattered was I understood it, and it only made me love him more.

“I love you, Sebastian.”

The words came so easily now, and it felt good to express my feelings for him so openly.

In the beginning, even though I knew he loved me, I always felt like declarations of love would push him away. Now, I could speak freely without fear of losing him. Because when Sebastian looked at me, I knew—I just knew—nothing could ever push him away.  Even though he wasn’t one to say so with words often, he loved me inexplicably, and I couldn’t ask for more.

His rough fingers covered mine and his warmth engulfed them making them tingle. The pad of his thumb swept over my knuckles, and he sighed in contentment. I understood how at peace he was, and I was content knowing I could give him the serenity he’d spent his entire life searching for.

Dinner was amazing.

We shared a meal of roasted chicken and potatoes the way he knew I liked them. And instead of some expensive wine that I couldn’t pronounce, he’d bought me a bottle of the cheap stuff Trish and I used to buy from the grocery store when we were finally old enough.

The night was one of perfection, and I was slowly learning that when it came to Sebastian, it always would be. He would make sure of that.

He smiled absently to himself, his eyes moving around the room and taking in the broken views. I could almost see his design plans running through his mind. He was an amazing businessman; I had no doubt the restaurant would be just as beautiful, if not more gorgeous, than the inside of Clive’s.

With his mood being as light as it was, I knew it was a perfect time to bring up the subject of my going to work. I’d been thinking about returning to the workforce for a while, which was the main reason I’d done so much volunteering over the last few months. However, volunteering wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to be active. I wanted to make a difference, regardless of the money. I could only open so many doors as a volunteer. I could do so much more if I were on the payroll.

We’d been going back and forth over the issue for months, but now that I had my degree, I was ready to be done with it. I was ready to make the move to something more permanent—something more, in general. I knew Sebastian wasn’t going to be happy about it, but I knew what I wanted to do with my life, besides being his wife.

Moving my food around my plate with my fork, I waited for him to finish talking about the restaurant.

“Rosslyn? What’s wrong, beautiful? You look lost in thought.”

“I’m sorry.” I smiled weakly and put my fork down. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something important.”

“Okay.” He put his fork down and a small crease formed around his mouth as he patted it with his cloth napkin. His expression told me he knew exactly where I was going. “I’m listening.”

“I don’t want this to be another argument, Sebastian.”

“Yet you know it will be.”

“It doesn’t have to be. You’re just too stubborn and hard headed to listen to what I’m telling you I want.”

“Rosslyn, consider anything you want, yours. With the exception of …”

“I’m ready to go to work.” I cut him off.

His features tightened as he readied his side of the argument.

I really hated to ruin such a perfect night, but I had to do it. I could only hope that his wonderful mood would keep things light and cheerful.

“Nobody
wants
to work, Rosslyn. Not when they don’t have to.”

“That’s not true. Plenty of people do something they’re passionate about and like their jobs. You like your job. You love working and making money.”

“I’ve been doing it since I was a stupid kid. I wouldn’t know how
not
to work.”

“And I’m the same way. Ever since my parents … died,” I started.

Sebastian’s shoulders stiffened as if I’d thrown a punch his way. The death of my parents was something we both hated to bring up, but he needed to hear the facts. “I’ve dreamed of going to school and getting my degree—I’ve dreamed of going to work and making a difference.”

“You’re making a difference in my life. Isn’t that enough?”

“It is, but what about Kyle?”

“What about him?”

“I need to provide for him until he’s capable of providing for himself. That was the plan after Gran died. I was going to go to work and take care of him.”

“And that’s all fine and well, but now, you don’t have to. You have me. That’s my job now.”

“Sebastian, he’s my little brother.”

“And he’s my soon-to-be little brother, as well.”

“Yes, but I can’t expect you to take care of him forever.”

“You’re making excuses, Rosslyn. You know I have no problem whatsoever taking care of your brother. Kyle is more than happy where he is.”

“But what about my happiness?”

“You’re not happy?” His stern expression shifted and softened, and briefly, he looked like a lost little boy. Fear filled his eyes, turning the blue to a stormy gray.

“No, I am,” I corrected. “I just want to …”

“You want to what?” He leaned away from the table—away from me. “Where is this coming from? You seemed happy with all the volunteer work and interning you’ve been doing.”

“I have been. I love volunteering, and I adore the kids I deal with, but …”

“And what about school?”

He wasn’t letting me state my argument, and I was really starting to get annoyed. He was an expert arguer, but being with him over the years had improved my debate skills.

“What about school?” I asked. “I got my associate’s.”

“Yes, but I know you wanted more, Rosslyn. You wanted to attend Cornell in the fall. You wanted to work on getting your master’s. You have plenty to keep you busy, and I have plenty of money to take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me that way, Sebastian. I want to make my own money, too. I want to contribute something to this relationship and to our marriage when we finally say I do.”

“You contribute more to this relationship than you realize. Don’t you know what you’ve done for me?” His words soothed my frazzled edges. “Don’t debase yourself. You’re invaluable to me. Plus, my money
is
your money. You don’t need to make more. You have millions.”

I shook my head, refuting his words. “No. It’s not the same, and you know it.”

“Will you feel that way once we’re married?”

“I don’t know how I’ll feel then, but I know I don’t feel that way now. I don’t understand why you’re so against me getting a job.”

I was getting angry and the way my voice shook gave that away. I had said this didn’t need to be a fight, but that was exactly what it was turning into.

Sebastian sighed. “This would be different if you were designing homes for a living or working the stock market on Market Street.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you were to get a job, what kind of job would you look for? Would you be doing something that coincides with your degree? ”

The shift in his argument left me unarmed. I couldn’t fight back if I didn’t understand his strategy.

“Of course. What else would I do?”

He nodded. “So you would do something in criminal law?”

“Yes.”

“Which means you’d be working with
criminals
?”

His question dispelled my irritation and my shoulders dropped. It hadn’t occurred to me that Sebastian was worried about my safety when it came to my career path, but it made sense with his background and childhood. No wonder he was so against me getting a job in my profession.

“I don’t have a problem with you working, Rosslyn. I’m not that kind of man. I’d give anything for your happiness—anything you want—but I
do
have a problem with you wanting to work with criminals. I know criminals,” he continued when I was unable to respond. “I know what they’re capable of. I know the way their minds work—the way they think—and I don’t want you anywhere around that or them. You mean too much to me. I can’t stand by and watch as you throw yourself in their path. I can’t ...”

Getting up, I walked around the table to fit myself into Sebastian’s lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I squeezed him to me and placed my lips on his. He tasted of cheap wine and roasted chicken. His lips moved against mine, as he tasted me. A low moan worked its way across his tongue and vibrated my mouth. When I pulled away, he licked his bottom lips as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

His forehead was warm against mine when I rested mine against his. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his familiar scent and instantly felt safe.

“Sebastian, you have to trust that after all this time with you and the things you’ve taught me, I can take care of myself. I know criminal law isn’t exactly glamorous, but it’s not all dangerous either. I’m not going to go looking for trouble. I can find a job we’re both comfortable with.”

He had shifted away and sighed against my hair before he twisted his fingers in the loose waves beside my face. “I don’t know, Ross …”

“We have to learn to compromise, Sebastian. That’s the only way we’re going to work. Now and after we’re married.”

His eyes met mine—blue against green—love and understanding present in both gazes.

“What kind of compromise?”

I smiled.

I was working my way into his reserve. “How about I get a job between now and the wedding? We’ll give it a trial run to see how both of us adjust to it. After the wedding, I’ll focus on getting my master’s.”

I knew if I could get Sebastian to agree, we would be heading in the right direction. I didn’t want to have to think about what marriage would be like with someone I loved but who couldn’t compromise with me when it came to important life decisions.

His breath came out with a harsh sound, but I knew what that meant. He was going to meet me halfway with this. I didn’t wait for him to respond because his body language already gave me his response. I pulled him closer and smiled down into his gorgeous face.

“I love you, Sebastian Black,” I vowed, kissing him hard and long.

He kissed me back, his fingers twisting in the back of my dress and pulling me closer. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to mine and exhaled.

“The second I feel like your safety is in danger, we pull the plug on this whole idea. I can support anything you want to do, but I can’t support something that could take you away from me.”