Opposites Attract: The complete box set

by Higginson, Rachel

  He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip as he stared at my face, looking for the words I couldn’t or wouldn’t say. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he said gruffly. “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “I just need to grab some things.”

  “Okay.”

  Before he let go of me, he bent down and kissed my forehead. His lips were warm and soft, and so perfectly gentle that tears flooded my eyes again. “It’s going to be okay, Molly. You’re going to be okay.”

  He let go of me for just a minute to gather his computer and phone, and I was left reeling with wonder that I believed him. I had no idea what I was going to do tomorrow or the next day, or if I even still had a job. Or if I wanted that job. But I had Ezra and this new sense of inner strength that I couldn’t seem to scare away.

  I was still shy. I was still meek in some instances. But I had this deep sense of worth too. My life plans could change, maybe I really would have to resort to busking portraits to pay the rent, but I was still me. I still had all the things that made me Molly.

  And I had Ezra too. Despite how I felt about us before, about past relationships in general, or anything else, I realized I wasn’t going to lose this man easily. He wasn’t going anywhere, and I wasn’t in any hurry to make him leave.

  “Ride with me?” he asked as we walked out the back door of Bianca, not really waiting for an answer. His Alfa Romeo glistened in the twilight, looking pretty in the golden light. A spring breeze danced over my skin, and the air smelled like budding flowers and freshly cut glass.

  I had just had to face one of the ugliest moments of my adult life. Yet, holding Ezra’s hand in the employee parking lot of Bianca made today feel oddly like one of the most profoundly beautiful days of that same life. It was a strange dichotomy that I had trouble reconciling. I had to admit it had everything to do with this man next to me.

  There were so many bad people in the world, so many people that would rather hurt and harm and crush. But the good people were the ones that made life worth living, that made searching for them worth every bad relationship and heartache, worth the pain, suffering and potential heartache of finding them. I would never want to relive any of the bad dates or guys or lonely nights that I had been through before Ezra. But I also wouldn’t give them up either. They led me to him. And that was all that mattered.

  He held the door open for me and I climbed into his fancy sports car feeling more at home than anywhere else in my life. We listened to good music and talked carefully about things that weren’t important. He held my hand whenever he didn’t need it to shift.

  By the time we reached his apartment building, my chest felt less pinched and my eyes were completely dry. He parked in an adjacent lot and then led me into a renovated turn of the century industrial building.

  I had been expecting sleek and modern, simple lines and smooth surfaces. Instead, his fourth-floor apartment was all exposed brick walls and insanely high ceilings. The only thing that screamed modern was the kitchen with its cement countertops and floating shelves. The appliances were all shiny stainless steel and state of the art.

  But the rest of the apartment? Surprisingly warm and masculine, but not overly so. His bedroom was an elevated loft with a cedar and iron staircase. The rest of the main floor was a mixture of different living spaces. A giant TV hung on the wall surrounded by rich, chocolate brown leather couches. A desk and computer were tucked in another corner. I was surprised with his large dining table, a massive statement piece of iron and wood that matched his staircase.

  “Big enough table?” I set my purse down on it and smoothed a hand over the top.

  “It’s a good table,” he answered. “I like to have people over.”

  In the time that I had known him, he had never had me over or that I was aware of, anyone else. I faced him again, raising my eyebrows expectantly. “Really?”

  Half his mouth lifted in a smile. “You know, when I have time.”

  “Oh, so never.”

  He didn’t take my bait. Instead, he jerked his chin and beckoned me over to him. “Come here.”

  I did.

  His arms wrapped around me again and his forehead dropped to mine. “I’m sorry for what happened to you today. You deserve so much more than to be treated like that. You deserve so much more than assholes, bad dates and crappy jobs. Molly, you’re brilliant. The most brilliant person I’ve ever met. You don’t need that job. And not just because of that dickhead that molested you. But because they never recognized your fucking genius.”

  I chuckled at his devotion to me. “There are other good designers there. I’m not the only talent.”

  “You’ll never get me to believe that,” he said without laughing. “I checked out the company, remember? Even if I hadn’t been trying to get in your pants, I would have picked you. For the sake of my business. You’re good at what you do, Molly the Maverick. The best.”

  Wait. What? He hired me because he was what? “I need you to start from the beginning,” I told him.

  He smiled. It was devastating and relaxed and everything I had never even known to hope for. “Did you really not know?”

  “That you hired me because you wanted to sleep with me? No. No, I did not know that. Also, so far it’s backfired because there has been no sleeping or other bed-related activities.”

  His hands slid down my back, coming to rest possessively on my butt. With a firm tug, he pulled me flush against his body, hard and muscled and unbelievably tempting. “Don’t be fooled by the long game. When you’re serious about a girl, you can’t make your move too quickly. You get her to care about you first, fall for you. Then you take her to bed and show her she can’t live without you.”

  He was saying so many words that I was struggling to comprehend. My fists curled into his shirt, wrinkling the smooth material. “The long game?”

  “Molly, you have to realize how much I care about you, yeah?” I shook my head. His milk chocolate eyes deepened with heat and grew more serious all at once. “I’ve been careful with you, with us. I’ve been terrified of scaring you off or starting something you weren’t willing to finish. But I have to be honest with you, I have waited a very long time to find someone like you. And I’ve made a lot of mistakes trying to make people fit this role that you glided into effortlessly. You demanded my attention the second I met you, and then you claimed my respect and admiration, and now you’re stealing my heart. This is real for me. This is serious. I’m sorry if that scares you, but I need you in my life as much as I want you there. Here.”

  I licked dry lips and willed my heart to stay inside my chest. “I’m falling for you too,” I confessed. “I… I did try to stop this from happening. You terrify me.” His lips kicked up in an affectionate smile as if that was the most adorable thing anyone had ever said. “I’m serious. You’re gorgeous and surprisingly funny, loyal, and this crazy, successful restaurateur. And I’m weird and flighty, late all the time, and I’m pretty sure I’m unemployed. I’m a mess, Ezra. We’re so different.”

  “Thank God,” he murmured. “I don’t want to date myself. You make me smile when I’ve had the worst day. And you make me see the world in brighter colors and unique angles. You’ve opened my mind to my business, but also to my friends. I would be so boring without you. We are different, but in the best possible ways. And maybe that means we’ll fight more than other people, or disagree or whatever, but we’ll also makeup more because of it. And laugh and talk more, and feel more. Molly, I’ve waited my entire life to find the person that didn’t just want something from me, but wanted me. All of me. Now that I’ve found you, I can’t let you go.”

  I couldn’t stand the distance between us any longer. With my hands grasping his shirt I yanked him to me, our mouths meeting in the middle. We were all passion and desperation, and greedy hunger that could not be sated. This kiss was explosive, and all things bright and beautiful.

  His lips moved over mine with a new sense of urgency, savo
ring and tasting as if for the first time. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, and when I opened my mouth, he deepened the kiss making my toes curl with anticipation. His hands dipped into the waistband of my skinny jeans, one sliding around to the front to flick open the button.

  I fumbled at his shirt buttons, clumsily grasping each one. He moved me toward the staircase as we shed our shoes and pants, tripping up each step, refusing to take a break from this kiss.

  God, this man was everything I didn’t know I wanted. Everything I didn’t know I needed. His words resonated in every secret chamber of my soul. I had been waiting for him too. Maybe I hadn’t realized it. Maybe it wasn’t a concerted effort on my part to find him. But I had been waiting. With every bad first date that I refused to revisit, and every pretend grown-up that I refused to call back, and every single attribute added to my picky list of qualifiers, I was shaping my desire for a man like Ezra. Hoping that he was real and that I could find him, and knowing that I would never, ever settle for anything less.

  Now that I’ve found him? He was so much better than anything I could have imagined.

  He was so much more than anything I could have dreamed up.

  Best of all, he was real and really mine. Maybe he was right. Maybe we would fight, and bicker, and disagree. But every second together was infinitely better than apart. I would rather take his bossy, heavy-handed and stubbornly opinionated self than live one minute without him.

  He laid me down on the bed, slowing our frantic kisses as he moved over my body. My blouse was left somewhere near the foot of the bed, and I was almost completely exposed to him in my bra and panties.

  It didn’t occur to me to be self-conscious. I was too wrapped up in the sensation of his lips moving over my skin, his teeth scraping across my nipple, his fingers disappearing inside me, bringing me closer to an edge that I was restless to find.

  His mouth hovered over my breast and I made a sound I had never made before, half-mad with need for this man. His tongue moved slowly over my nipple, before he closed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth. My fingers clutched the sheets to keep me anchored to the bed, the planet. His fingers did something wicked inside me, heightening pleasure until my back bowed off the bed and I lost my breath with need.

  He looked up at me, his gaze so hot I felt it blaze across my skin. He held me there, halfway to bliss and irrevocably forever feelings. “Perfect, Molly. You’re so fucking perfect.”

  “Ezra.” I didn’t have adequate words to reply with. I felt too much, wanted to say too much. There were a thousand thoughts racing through my head, at the same time my body hummed with desire for more of him, more of this, more of every single thing. Finally, I settled on a brave confession, something I didn’t know I had the courage to say.

  I placed my hand on his pounding heart and whispered, “This is forever for me. You are my forever. I don’t care about your money or your job, or anything but you. I want you and that’s it. I want you forever.”

  He struggled to swallow, gazing down at me with those words still reflected in his eyes, he could barely move his throat. And then, as if suddenly remembering what we were in the middle of doing, he snatched a condom out of the nightstand and got back to business.

  He slid inside me and everything was right with the world. His hands braced his spectacular body over me while my legs wrapped around his waist. We wound together in a sweaty, desperate tangle of soul-deep emotions and fiery desire.

  I had never experienced anything so satisfying or achingly lovely. He held onto me, whispering sweet, sexy things in my ear as his body moved over mine. I lost myself in his words, and touch. This man meant everything to me.

  When we were both sated, limp with exhaustion and love, he pulled me against his body and wrapped his strong, safe arms around me.

  “So I’ve been thinking,” he murmured over my racing heart. “Now that you’re jobless, I think I have a position that might interest you.”

  “Oh my god,” I groaned. “Are you seriously talking about work now?”

  He chuckled and his whole body vibrated with the relaxed sound. “You should know by now, I always talk work.”

  “You’re a maniac.”

  “Social media specialist for EFB Enterprises. It comes with a pay raise.”

  “You don’t even know what I make!”

  “Then you should tell me, so I can guarantee a pay raise.”

  I turned in his arms, laying my head on his chest and tangling our legs together. The moment was absolutely perfection. The kind of moment all other moments would be compared to for the rest of my life. “What does the F stand for?”

  He sounded sleepy when he murmured, “Hmm?”

  “EFB. Ezra… what?”

  “Felix. Ezra Felix Baptiste.”

  Raising up on one arm, my hair fell in a curtain around his face. “I’m not going to work for you, Ezra Felix Baptiste. But I will let you make me something to eat.”

  His sleepy eyes blinked. “I’ll change your mind,” he decided. “I always do.”

  I didn’t respond, because I was afraid he was right.

  That was the last we mentioned business that night. He threw on pajama pants and gave me a t-shirt, which meant all other over-sized t-shirts in my collection would hereby need to be burned. I was basically the Cinderella of boyfriend t’s and I’d finally found the right fit.

  We walked back downstairs to his kitchen where he made me eggs and toast, bacon and hollandaise sauce from scratch. We laughed and talked for hours, getting to know all the simple things about each other that would never get boring. And then he took me back to his bedroom where he made love to me again and then again.

  I woke up the next morning wrapped in his arms and his blankets, with the crazy beautiful realization that I’d found my very own happily ever after.

  Twenty-Five

  A month later, on a hot June Saturday morning, I walked into Bianca like I owned the place. I didn’t, obviously, but dating the owner had its perks. Bianca and Lilou, even Sarita and Quince, were all completely familiar to me. I still didn’t always know what I was eating at them, but they were the places I spent the most time these days.

  This morning, I had some finishing touches to make on the wall mural. It was finally finished.

  Nobody greeted me as I slipped quietly into the restaurant and headed straight for the transformative piece that had taken me so long to accomplish.

  Smoke danced from one side of the wall to the next—wispy, and dark, and emotive. I was proud of the way I’d shaded all of the different tendrils, giving it depth, making it come alive with hidden meaning. On the left, a pair of female eyes sat half-hidden under the cloak of gray and black. Cold and calculating, sad with unspoken grief. They were clearly feminine, but they were also mostly faded, barely visible in the rest of the scene.

  In another two feet were another pair of eyes—they were hungry, desperate to fit in and be seen. In another couple feet a third pair, and then another pair after that. Each telling a tragic story that evoked sorrow and longing, leaving you with the feeling of something missing as real pieces of them had been left unpainted. Two more pairs of eyes could be seen on the far right, closer together than any of the others. Finally, there was hope. Finally, completion. They were brighter than the rest, meant to be there and connected by some unseen force. And all around the smoke swirled and billowed, becoming the most entrancing part of the mural.

  Ezra had been a bit shocked to see that I’d painted his dating history on the wall of his restaurant. And embarrassed. But I assured him that only he knew the secrets of the painting, to everyone else it was only art.

  In the end, he’d admitted that he couldn’t stop looking at it. The mural had done exactly what he wanted it to do, which was fill the awkward space of his restaurant and give it a memorable quality.

  And not only that, but I was finally happy with how his eyes had turned out, finally pleased with how I’d painted him.

  They
were deep and mysterious, but warm too, and kind. The eyebrows were exactly right and the lashes were thick and defining. They were eyes that you could fall in love with if you stared at them too often.

  Eyes I did fall in love with.

  I prepared my paints and readied my brush to add a few brushstrokes here and there. Ezra walked out from the kitchen, murmuring about asshole chefs.

  “Any luck?” I asked him, already knowing what was on his mind.

  “He’s a fucking narcissist. He’ll take the job as long as his film crew can come in and restructure the entire building for when they need to tape. Fucking reality shows,” he growled. He held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “I’m this close to putting out a Craigslist ad.”

  I tried not to laugh or even smile. But his indignation was adorable. “Patience, babe. You’ll find the right fit soon.”

  His attention turned to the mural. “It’s stunning, Molly. Every time I walk out here, I‘m blown away all over again. Hiring you was such a good decision on my part.”

  Of course he would take all the credit. “You’re so smart,” I deadpanned. “You’re such a genius.”

  He flashed me a devilish grin. “Thank you.”

  Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he pulled me against his chest. We stayed like that for a long moment, hugging, holding onto each other… holding each other.

  We’d been nearly inseparable for the last month. It had been the most beautiful, blissful challenge of my life. He was a difficult man and it turned out I was obviously a kind of a difficult female. But we needed each other. Our push and pull was what made me keep falling for him more and more and more. Because apparently there was no end to how deep my feelings for this man could go.

  The morning after I’d slept over at his apartment, he’d marched me into SixTwentySix and raised hell like he promised. I didn’t need him to fight my battles for me, but dang was it nice to have him on my side.