“I don’t think he’s going to tell anyone if he did. We can go somewhere low-key. A dive bar with burgers.”
I searched for another excuse. “I never got to shower.”
“We can shower at my place after.” He pressed a kiss to myneck, sending an orgasm aftershock through me. “We can have dirty dinner. If anyone sees us, I can say I’m taking you out to say thank you for working today.”
I hesitated, and his expression fell again. “You’re right. We don’t have to.”
“No, I just . . . really wanted to shower. And have not-wet clothes.”
He glanced at the growing wet spot on his pants. “I mean, I guess me too.”
“Let’s both go home and shower and we can meet up after while?”
“After while, Miss West Virginia?” He grinned as he drew his index finger under my chin to beg for another kiss. “Yeah, let’s do that. A proper date.”
I put my head to the side, blushing with a wide smile. “A low-key, casual, not-date date.”
“Yeah,” he said with a smooch. “That. I’ll pick you up.”
I climbed off him. “Sounds good, dirty boy.”
Chapter 25
Nick
NOVEMBER | Tarot: Queen of Pentacles
Annie answered the door with wet hair and a broad smile. “Hey, sorry. I’m running late. Takes forever to wash all this hair.”
I smirked, stepping over the threshold and closing her door. I took her chin between my fingers, loving how she leaned into the touch. “You’re in trouble.”
“That makes us even,” she cooed, her grin dazzling. “You’re still in trouble for grabbing my butt and boobs when I said you could only pick one.”
“Hmm. Who will do the punishing then?” I moved in like I was going to kiss her and instead rubbed my nose with hers.
She gasped. “Hey! No fair!”
“Oh, Miss Friends-with-Benefits is begging for kisses, is she?”
“You’re the needy one, Oberbeck,” she said.
“Not how it looks from where I’m standing.” My eyes traced over her hair. “I didn’t know you had wavy hair.”
“Sometimes wavy. Sometimes just wild and I have to tame it into submission.”
“What do you have to do to keep it wavy?”
“Why? You like it?”
“I do. It’s very California Annie.”
“Too bad you don’t get to choose how I wear my hair,” she said, strutting away.
“Too bad someone was wanting kisses, then,” I said, sitting on her couch and checking my nails.
Her mouth dropped open. “Cruel!”
A hairdryer sounded, soft music played, and twenty-some-odd minutes later, Annie emerged in a cloud of vanilla wearing a grey t-shirt that made her boobs look amazing, a pair of jeans, and some white sneakers. And her hair was wavy.
