“Adorable.”
“I’m not showing you the shorts, but they’re cute too,” I say, then blow on my food. “They’re red and silky. You know, like that expensive crap you wear to bed.”
She huffs. “You look like a sweet little nanny. I, however, go to bed looking like I’m ready to fuck your brains out in case the opportunity arises.”
“Shh,” I say, laughing.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I scoop up a bite and shove it in my mouth. “Let’s just keep things PG-13 while I’m here.”
She whines. “Fine. So tell me about Chase. He’s not weird? Creepy? He’s not an Odd Bob, is he? Lock your door while you sleep, just in case. You’re too hot for your own good.”
You think I’m hot? I snort.
It occurs to me that I’ve never discussed what Chase looks like with Calista, aside from the grainy picture she saw of him online. Initially, avoiding his looks in conversations was intentional. My head was spinning. But since I’ve known who he was—Diesel Man—I haven’t brought it up. Sure, it helped that she was in New Mexico for the weekend and busy with work, but I’ve managed to avoid the question every time we’ve interacted.
I won’t get away with that for the next month.
“Chase?” I ask, taking another bite.How do I downplay this but get the point across? “He’s cute.”
“Cute?” Her voice is thick with curiosity. “Define cute.”
“You know what cute means. He’s … cute. Good bone structure.”Amazing body. “He has a great smile.”The hottest hands. “Nice … teeth.”Lips that I can imagine ravaging me.
Calista grins. “Nice teeth, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say, looking at my food and avoiding her stare. “Nice teeth are important.”
She stifles a laugh. “Megan.”
“What?”
“If you look atthatand all you see is nice teeth, we have a problem.”
What?
I stand up straight, my fork falling to the countertop. My heart bursts into production.
Noooooo. This can’t be happening …
Behind me is a shirtless and smirking Chase Marshall.
CHAPTER 15
Megan
I don’t wantto turn around.
Chase stands within arm’s reach of me. A pair of black sleep pants makes his legs look longer. They dip on one hip, hanging in a way that highlights the muscles pointing at his groin.
As if I need a map to remind me ofthat.
My lips part, and I drag in a lungful of air.Shit.
“Wanna know what I see?” Calista asks, leaning toward the screen. “Because I’m making quite a list.”
“Calista, I gotta go.”
