Beautiful Boxset: Beautiful Series, books 1-4

by Anderson, Lilliana

  He pulls me a little closer, his hand catching me about the waist. “Then linner it is.” He leans forward and pecks me on the lips. “But first, brunch.”

  I grin. “Is that all you’ve got for me?”

  “Brunch?”

  “I travel all this way and all I get is a peck?”

  His eyes shine with mischief as he positions himself in front of me and slides his big hand into my hair, holding my head steady. “You want more?”

  “Yeah, I want more.”

  I part my lips as his mouth moves closer, my tongue snaking out in my eagerness for this kiss. I feel his breath tickle against my flesh then my stomach voices its discomfort again.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp as Elliot chuckles and drops his forehead against mine.

  “Food first. Kissing later.”

  “OK. But don’t you dare let me down, otherwise I can’t promise I’ll stick around until linner.”

  Threading his fingers through mine, he tugs my arm lightly so I follow him. “I’ll take that under advisement.”

  As much as I wanted the doughnuts I could smell, they were hardly a decent breakfast—or brunch—fuel. So Elliot took me to a little café in the strip of shops nearby where we grabbed a couple of toasted sandwiches and bottled iced coffees then took them to the grassy foreshore where we sat watching the surf and the busy beach.

  “Do you ever use that gym over there?” I ask, pointing to the white and steel equipment littered with people doing strength exercises.

  “No.” He laughs, shaking his head as he places the cap on his empty drink.

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know. I like the regular gym.”

  “Do you ever swim at the beach?”

  He shrugs. “Sometimes in the summer. I surf some mornings and weekends, but I’m not a big swimmer.”

  “Me neither, really.”

  “But it’s literally one third of your sport.”

  “Yeah. My worst leg. I lose a lot of time on the swim.”

  “Then we should do more swim training. There’s a pool not far from work, and there’s that one right over there.”

  “Why would I use the one over there?”

  He gives me a half smile. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll wake up one morning and find yourself in Bondi.”

  “Hmm.” I rise on my knees and shift a little closer. “Do you think I’d find myself wrapped around a certain someone?” I slide one leg across his thighs so I’m in my favourite Elliot themed seat—his lap.

  “God, I hope so,” he says, eyes darkening as his gaze drops to my lips, my breasts then back up again.

  “I think I’d like to get to the kissing part now,” I whisper, my hands on his muscular shoulders, my lips against his.

  He doesn’t respond with words, only action, shifting a little closer so his lips meet mine.

  I hum my pleasure, draping my arms around him as he pulls me close, hands on my back, almost crushing me against him. He makes me feel wanted; he makes me feel chosen, and when he pulls back and runs his fingers through my hair, the look in his eyes makes me feel beautiful.

  “Where did you come from?” he whispers, like he’s amazed I even exist.

  “Western Sydney,” I say, pushing off his lap. “Somewhere a city boy like you wouldn’t dream of visiting.”

  “My Mum lives in Parramatta,” he offers.

  “Mate, unless you pass Blacktown, it doesn’t count.”

  “Well then, consider me schooled.”

  Standing, I brush off the back of my dress then hold my hand out to him. “You lured me here with the promise of market browsing. But I’d like you to show me around your town.”

  “OK,” he says, allowing me to pull him to standing. “But I’ll need one of these for the road.”

  He leans in, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kisses me deeply. I like the size of his hand as it cradles me; I like the decisiveness of his mouth as it takes control, and I like the gentle intrusion of his tongue as it bosses mine around. But most of all, I like kissing him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to enjoy this.

  * * *

  “A harbour cruise? Shit. That would have been awesome,” Elliot says, sitting with me on the rooftop of his favourite restaurant. It’s a little wood-fired pizza place that makes a mean mushroom and prosciutto slice with chilli oil drizzled on top.

  “It was. Nineties cover band, good food. I had a blast.”

  “What was the occasion?” He leans forwards and takes a big bite of pizza. I even like watching the way his jaw works when he chews.

  “That’s what I said too.” I pick a mushroom off the top of my slice and hold it midway to my mouth. “He said it was an apology gift. We kind of had a fight a few weeks back. Said some hurtful things to each other, and this was his way of saying sorry.” I pop the mushroom in my mouth and chew before continuing. “And it was good because I think we cleared the air on a few issues. Like how protective he is since the incident. Plus, I told him how things are going with you and me, explained that you understood what our friendship was like and you’re cool with it.”

  “I’m cool with it, am I? I sound like a great bloke.”

  I nudge him under the table with my foot. “You are though, right?”

  He reaches across the table and takes my hand. “I am. I promised you I understood, and I do. No green-eyed monster here.” He releases my hand and picks up his beer, taking a drink. “Although, I’d like to hear more about how things are going with us. What was that part about?”

  I grin as I take a bite of my slice, making him wait until I finish the mouthful and take a drink before I answer. “I said we were more than just friends.”

  His brow shifts upward. “More than just friends,” he intones. “And how do we move past that? I mean, what comes after ‘more than friends’?”

  “Is that what you want? To be more than ‘more than friends’?” I ask carefully.

  He adjusts in his seat and tilts his head a little. “Well, yeah. I think that’s where this is headed. Don’t you?”

  “I hope so.”

  “OK. So that would make me your boy-friend?” He enunciates each syllable carefully.

  I couldn’t keep the smile from my face if someone paid me to. “I think I’d like that.”

  “OK.” He nods, seeming relieved. “Then it’s settled. We’re dating now. Exclusively.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Fourteen

  “Who’s Evan?” Tom asks, grabbing my phone before I can respond to the text alert.

  “Give that back!”

  He holds it above his head, out of my reach as he reads the text out loud. “Miss you already. Spend the whole weekend next time. Kiss face emoji.” He makes a fake vomit sound. “You can tell you haven’t let him in your pants yet or it’d be an eggplant and water drops.”

  “What’s an eggplant and water drops mean?” Mum asks, walking in the lounge room at exactly the wrong moment.

  “Don’t tell her,” I warn him, snatching my phone back and sticking it in my pocket. Big brothers really suck sometimes.

  He gets this evil glint in his brown eyes and I know this won’t end well. “An ejaculating penis, Mum,” he says, before looking at me and adding, “What? She’s a big girl. She knows what sex is.”

  “How else do you think you two got here,” Mum says, placing her hands on her hips. “And I’ve done it more than twice. Why, just last week when both of you were out, your father came home and—”

  “Stop!” I cover my mouth and giggle. “I so don’t want to know.”

  “Well, I’d like to know why some boy is sending you eggplants. Who is this Evan person?”

  Tom holds onto his side, cackling until I nudge him with my foot and he falls off the couch with a thud. “Grow up,” I say. “You’re almost thirty.”

  “I’m twenty-eight,” he counters.

  “Close enough.” He pulls a face as he gets up and leaves the ro
om.

  Mum places her hands on her hips and eyes me. “I’m waiting.”

  “He didn’t send an eggplant, Mum. He sent a kissy face.” I show her the notification on my phone.

  “Oh, well, that’s sweet, isn’t it? Who is this boy?”

  “Man, Mum. He’s not a boy. And he’s from work.”

  With an interested spark in her eye, she sits down beside me. “What does he do? How did this happen? And why don’t I already know about it?”

  Shaking my head with an amused smile, I count the answers off on my fingers. “He’s a junior solicitor. We’ve been exercising together at lunch. And you don’t know about it because we literally only made it official earlier today.”

  “That’s who you were with today? The boy you train with at lunch?”

  “Yes,” I say. “It was kind of our first date.”

  “I thought you trained with Elliot at lunch?” She frowns.

  “Why would you think that?” I ask, taken aback because I haven’t mentioned it. I’m always careful talking about boys with her because she’s obsessed with romance.

  “Well, his mother; Katey. I play tennis with her, remember? She told me you two were getting along.”

  A grin tickled the corners of my mouth. “He told his mum about me?”

  She shrugs. “I suppose. But I don’t know who this Evan character is.”

  “Oh.” I laugh as I touch her arm lightly. “It’s a joke because I called him the wrong name a couple of times. He saved his number in my phone that way.”

  “How could you call him the wrong name? Elliot isn’t exactly common.”

  I shake my head. “It was just a joke. Don’t worry about it.”

  “But you are dating him now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does David know?”

  Tucking my leg beneath me, I turn to face her. “He knows it’s coming. I haven’t spoken to him yet today though.”

  She purses her lips thoughtfully but doesn’t add to the conversation.

  “Why?” I ask after a while.

  With a bounce of her shoulders, she blinks innocently. “No reason. I’m just sure he’d like to know that you’re off the market again.”

  I release a slow breath. “I know my relationships are hard on him, but we’re older now. And I’ve already made it very clear to Elliot that David and I are a package deal.”

  “And how did he take that?”

  “I pointed out he wouldn’t get jealous if David was a girl.”

  “Yes, but odds are, if your best friend was a girl, she wouldn’t also be secretly in love with you.”

  “Oh my god, Mum. David is not secretly in love with me. He’s always been adamant we’ll never be more than friends. He doesn’t believe in long-term relationships.”

  “But you said yourself that you’re older now. I’m sure he said those things before….” She pauses and gently touches the side of my face. “Well, before we nearly lost you.”

  Taking her hand in mine, I pat it lightly before releasing her. “We spoke on Friday night. We’ll always be just friends.”

  “Oh,” she says, her brow creasing lightly. “I thought… oh, it doesn’t matter what I thought. What matters is that you’re happy. You are, aren’t you? You seem brighter.”

  “Yeah, Mum. I’m happy. Elliot is…” I take a deep breath and think about the quietly reserved man who seems to understand me without trying. “He’s wonderful.”

  “When will I get to meet him?”

  “It’s new, Mum. But soon. Just give it some time.”

  Fifteen

  “What are you still doing here?” Kayley asks, pausing inside the library door on her way out to lunch. “Don’t you normally eat with your friend on Mondays?”

  “I do. But there was some pipe rupture at his office over the weekend and they’re working through trying to save all the files.”

  “Yikes. I hope they have digital backups of everything.”

  “Probably.” I shrug then she grins.

  “You know what this means, right?”

  “That I’m available to have lunch with you?”

  “Of course.” She waves me over dramatically. “I don’t even know why I had to stand here and point that out to you. Get your bag, woman. Albina and Anne are waiting for us.”

  “What about Jo and Carl?”

  “They have their own stuff on today. Let’s go.”

  Heading across the street to the closest eatery, we find Anne and Albina already sitting at a table with two spare seats.

  “What I’m doing is keeping my calories really low all week. So on the weekend, I can eat whatever I want and never put on weight,” Albina says as we sit down, stabbing her fork into a piece of chopped up lettuce.

  “But aren’t you dying of hunger all the time?” Anne asks, looking into her container of creamy-looking pasta with a frown.

  “Well, yes. But to combat that I drink coffee and eat lots and lots of salad. I literally shit green right now.”

  “That’s gross,” Kayley says, opening her burger and pulling off the onions. “And what about the calories from the coffee?”

  “I drink it espresso. No milk.”

  “Doesn’t that stain your teeth?” Anne asks.

  “Oh no. I use a straw,” Albina explains, her expression serious.

  I place my hand over my mouth, trying to control my laughter.

  “What?” Albina laughs. “It’s science. There’s a delicate balance needed to maintain these curves.” She pushes her chest out and pouts her lips.

  “Whatever works for you,” I say, tucking into my sandwich.

  “I could never do all that training you do, Katrina. I have to get creative.”

  “I’m happy being plump,” Kayley says around her mouthful. “If I had to count calories, I’d have to give up wine. And I’m not interested in doing that.”

  “Speaking of wine,” Anne says, her eyes falling on me. “When are we seeing you at Friday drinks again? You came once, caused a stir and there’s been zero drama since.”

  “I think that’s a good thing, don’t you?” I smile.

  “No. It’s boring,” Albina puts in. “Your Elliot is there most weeks, but he doesn’t come to Pontoon with us anymore.” She pouts. “We need you to entice him. Beth and Bianca keep trying but he’s too busy schmoozing the partners to bless us with his hotness.”

  “I think that’s a good thing too,” I say. “He’s focusing on his career. And he’s not my Elliot.”

  Both Anne and Albina scoff, leaning into each other, disbelieving.

  “You go out exercising together. Everyone knows.” Anne lifts her brow.

  “That doesn’t mean he’s mine. It just means we’re friends. Training partners.”

  Albina blows a raspberry and waves a hand dismissively.

  “Anyway,” Kayley puts in. “Albina’s obsession with Elliot aside; why don’t you come to drinks again on Friday night?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’m only just starting to feel like I can walk through the office without whispers following me.”

  “All the more reason to come,” Kayley says. “Show everyone there’s nothing going on between Elliot and you. People won’t stop talking until they see it with their own eyes.” She directs a pointed stare at Albina.

  “I know I won’t stop talking until then.” Anne giggles, nudging Albina.

  “Me either. Although, if you can bring that sexy friend of yours again, I’ll consider it.” Albina gives me a dramatic wink.

  I laugh. “I can ask, but I don’t know if David wants to go down that road again. We’re both kind of scared off by the drama.”

  “Please come,” Kayley begs, holding her hands together and pouting at me. “Please, please, please.” She adds fluttering lashes and I don’t think my heart can take it.

  “All right.” I cave, laughing as Kayley pumps her fist in the air.

  “Connor is going to love me,” she sing-songs. “He keeps asking about you.�
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  “Oh lord.” I put my hand on my heated face. “He hasn’t, has he?”

  She nods. “He was quite taken. But I keep telling him you’re not looking.” When our eyes meet, we exchange a knowing look. And I’m grateful that she’s redirecting the conversation away from Elliot and me.

  “OK. I’ll come.” I shrug as a round of girly squeals goes around the table. For the first time in a really long time, I’m starting to feel like I fit in. I’m really enjoying this.

  * * *

  “Are you mental?” David asks on the way home on the train.

  “No. I’m trying to bond and fit in.”

  He groans, slouching lower in his seat, his long leg sticking out into the aisle. “You’re killing me here. Why would you want that?” An older lady looks over at us and shakes her head disapprovingly.

  “Sit up.” I laugh, slapping him on the chest. “I just told you why. And you can come too, you know. Only if you promise not to be a big flirt though.”

  He holds his hand up solemnly. “I'm wounded. What's it going to take for you to realise I only have eyes for you?”

  A blush creeps over my cheeks as I shake my head and laugh. “You and I both know you're not capable of having eyes for only one girl,” I say, as he sits up and straightens his shirt. “Which is precisely why you need to promise not to sleep with anyone I work with. They’ll fall for you and it’ll be a disaster.” When I look at him, there's something strange in his eyes, and for a brief moment, I wonder if I pushed too far, especially after I assured him I understood his anti-relationship stance.

  “It’s OK, Trina. I won’t hit on your co-workers. But I am going to have to decline. I kinda promised to do drinks at my office this week. My buddy Tom is having a birthday and we’re all going out after. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to that.”

  “Oh.” I blink a couple of times, surprised he has plans without me. “Well, maybe we can meet up after?”

  “Won’t you be hanging out with Elliot? I thought things were moving forward with you two.”

  “Around work friends? No way. The whole point of this is to be seen without Elliot so they stop talking.”