Free Taste (Sense Series Book 2) by Ellen Lake Page A

relationship so soon turns my stomach into knots. Lizzie says that I need therapy, and I say that I just need time.
    Now I’m on my way home from work, on the train. I hate the train, but it’s pointless to drive to work unless I want to be frustrated, and I don’t want to spend an exorbitant amount of money on cab rides. I used to take a cab to and from work every day but then Lizzie found out, and she jumped all over me. But that’s what happens when your best friend is your accountant too. She pointed out how much money I was wasting every day, week, month, and year. I nearly had a heart attack; do you know how many pairs of shoes that money could buy?
    I walked the short distance from the train to my apartment complex, and I smiled when I saw Adams car parked in the front of the building. I rushed up the stairs and went to my apartment. I couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes. I worked in marketing at a big art gallery, and I didn’t have to dress in corporate attire but I’ve always thought that it’s more appropriate that way. Everyone talks about the way that I dress, but I guess that’s to be expected when you work with hipsters.
    I slipped into a pair of comfortable jeans and a fitted t-shirt. I unpinned my hair and let my red locks tumble across my shoulders. Adam loves it when I wear my hair down, and he says that I look like his personal “Little Mermaid.’ That always makes me giggle, and he’s called me Ariel on quite a few occasions. He’s one of the many men with an obsession with Disney characters. I’m happy to oblige him whenever I can. Some days I put my starfish pin in my hair and it drives him nuts. I guess I know who I’m going to be for Halloween. He would make a really cute prince Eric.
    I walked down the hall, and he opened the door before I could even knock.
    “Took you long enough,” he said with a toothy grin.
    “Well excuse me,” I laughed.
    He embraced me and nuzzled my neck. He always gave out the best hugs, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I hugged him tightly and sniffed his spicy cologne. I loved the way that he smelled, and this scent in particular was my favorite.
    “Good afternoon,” I said as I went to his sofa to take a seat.
    I saw a caramel apple martini sitting on his coffee table. I grabbed it and took a quick sip, and it was so good. My eyes rolled dramatically to the back of my head. He always made me a cocktail after work, and he knew that this one was my favorite. Adam takes great care of me, who needs dinner when you have vodka?
    “You like?” he asked with a chuckle.
    “I like it a whole lot and I swear these get better every time that you make them.”
    “I added a splash of sour mix to it this time, I’m glad to see that you like it. I thought that you would,” he said as he took a sip of his martini, and assumed that it was a dirty martini. I found it interesting that he could make drinks so well, when he liked the most disgusting martini ever. I hate dirty martinis because they taste exactly how they sound…dirty. I turned my nose up at his drink.
    “Hey don’t judge my drink. I made yours, so let me enjoy mines.”
    “Ugh,” I said before I took another sip of my delicious cocktail.
    We spend the next hour filling each other in about our days. I always had a story to tell about an eccentric person that I ran into for the day. He filled me in about his training for the day. He was on his way to becoming a Wing Chun instructor. He had taken the year off from being a science teacher at a high school to pursue his dream of doing this full time. He only had two more test before he was all set to go.
    Most people wouldn’t think that his hands were registered weapons when they saw him. His medium muscular frame is usually hidden behind the flannel that he loves to wear so much. I’ve been on a mission to get him to test some other prints and fabrics out, but he hasn’t taken the bait. He loves his comfortable clothes, and he’s not