My cheeks flush, needing to busy myself, I ask, “Would you like a drink?”
“Just some water. I have to drive and I had a beer already.”
I give him a look over my shoulder. “Such a do-gooder.”
He takes off his jacket, hangs it on the back of the stool, and then I try not to groan as he takes one cufflink off at a time, dropping them on the counter as he sits. He then proceeds to roll up his sleeves, where I get a gander at those full sleeved tattoos on both his arms. I’ve obviously seen them before, and his ink is impressive, but the way his muscles flex when he tilts his arm has my mouth drying and my stomach clenching. He’s hot. No two ways about it. And there’s that suit again. Come to think of it, does he even own a set of sweats?
I smile to myself.
“What’s so funny?” he prompts when I pour him a water and slide it over to him.
“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“You in the school play when we were eight.”
He narrows his eyes. “Hey, I did not lose baby Jesus, that was totally Jonas what’s-his-face’s fault.”
I laugh. “I’m kidding.”
He runs a hand through his impeccably styled hair. “Spit it out, then.”
“I was just thinking that I’ve known you for such a long time and I’ve never seen you in anything but a suit, in your adult life, anyway.”
He looks down at himself. “I… yeah, I guess I wear them a lot.”
“But not to train in?” My teasing makes him smile.
“Nope. I do wear gym gear to train in, smarty,” he says. “And I don’t wear suits to bed.”
“What do you wear?”
I’ve had half a glass of red wine, so I’m a little more bold than I usually am.
“It might shock a good girl like you.”
Okay, that’s flirting. We’ve always had banter, but this feels… different.
“I’m not a prude, B,” I sigh. “Just because you think I’m an angel, doesn’t mean I am one.”
He stares right at me and says. “I sleep naked,Baby Girl. Just me and two thousand thread Egyptian cotton.” He gives me a cheeky wink.
My heart rate accelerates. Now I’m picturing him in bed. Naked. Between those sheets.
This has got to stop. “Wow. I guess I did ask.”
“Your crimson cheeks tell me that wasn’t what you were expecting?” Oh, isn’t he just so smug.
“I thought you’d at least be a pajama bottoms guy.” I shrug.
“Nope. Not even in the winter.”
Someone, please get the fire extinguisher.
“You don’t get cold?” I roll my bottom lip to save from laughing.
“I keep plenty warm.”
