Naked or not, he was bad for me.
I stared at the picture for one more lustful moment, biting my lip.
I should’ve called him a prick to his face.
Maybe next time, I thought as I drew myself a bath and lit a few candles.
Settling in, my fingers trailed down my body to my sensitive flesh at my core. I touched myself even though I had promised myself that I would most certainly not think of Jonah.
He wasallI could think about.
19
LEXI
The next morning I woke up with a smile, thanks to my sex-tinged conversation with Jonah the night before. But it faded quickly when I reached for my phone to check my work email.
The code changes I’d made yesterday had broken the system. I needed to get to work right away and fix it before Rafael realized and started breathing fire about my inadequacies.
I hurried to get Evie ready for her day, but she was in a bad mood, refusing to go to her preschool.
“I want to stay at home,” she repeated while I walked her to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
I was already frazzled when my phone lit up with another notification.
Oh God. Please let it not be Stacey.
It was.
STACEY
Someone’s broken the codebase.
Shit. That someone was me.
And just as Evie opened her mouth for what I was sure was going to be another protest, we both froze at the sound of a knock on the door. Going by the lack of sounds in her room, Sasha was still asleep, so I walked down the stairs to the door.
When I opened the door, I found a package on our doorstep. It was big, bright, and from Disney. I opened it to find a life-size Olaf plush toy, wrapped up in glittery pink paper.
Tucked beside it was a note:For Evie. From Jonah.
How the hell …
Had he heard theFrozen 2songs playing in the background during our call last night?
My heart softened as Evie came bounding over, squealed, and threw her arms around me in a big hug.
“Thank you!” she cried, spinning us both around.
“I’m going to sleep with it,” Evie announced, clutching Olaf tight. “Oh, I don’t mind going to my preschool now … if I can remember this is waiting for me when I get home.”
Just like that, I’d landed in her good books unexpectedly.
I begrudgingly had to agree that there was something right with Jonah after all.
On the subway ride, Evie finally told me why she hated her new preschool. A toddler there had been hitting her, and she’d been too scared to tell anyone.
My heart broke. I pulled her close, inhaling the scent of her baby wash, and promised I’d take care of it.
