“I’ll explain it to him.”
I barked out a laugh at that. “Sure. You’ll just walk up to him and tell him I was too busy fucking you to show up on time.”
“I was thinking of saying something a little more discreet, but we can go with that if you think it’ll work.”
I stopped, my foot still raised in the air, and shot him my most lethal glare.
“Or not.”
Shoving my foot the rest of the way into my boot, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Thankfully, Liam didn’t try to push it any further and followed me out, locking his door behind him.
By the time we hit the road, I was well and truly worked up. There was nothing worse in my mind than being late. When people depended on you to show up at a certain time, you were there. And as my grandfather always said, if you were ten minutes early, you were on time. If you were on time, you were late. And if you were late, you might as well not show up at all.
“You need to calm down,” Liam grumbled from the other side of the truck.
I very slowly turned to face him, every inch of me filling with rage. “Did you just tell me to calm down?”
“Well, yeah. You’re getting upset over nothing. You’ve never been late in your life.”
“Exactly!” I snapped. “I’ve never been late.”
“Which I’m sure he’ll forgive.”
“Except now I can never say I’ve never been late. Because now I have been. If I’m ever late for an actual good reason, I’ll have no excuse because I was late this time!”
“Not a good reason, huh?” he asked, his gaze slowly meeting mine. “Felt like a pretty damn good reason to me.”
“Exactly. Good to you. I doubt Wyatt will see it as a good reason when I tell him I was late because I was too busy having sex!”
“Normally, I would tell you not to say that part, but I have no issue with him knowing any details you want to give him about what we did last night.”
I smacked him, trying not to laugh despite how angry I was. Taking a deep breath, I told myself it would be fine. Here I was, being all neurotic about being late, probably ruining everything with Liam by being so dramatic.
Not that I was really being dramatic. It really was practically a sin to be late, and I stood by that.
But a small part of me was willing to acknowledge that I hadn’t exactly started the morning off right.
“Go get showered and dressed. I’ll make you something to eat,” Liam said, putting the truck in park outside my building.
“I don’t have time?—”
His finger was pressed against my lips before I could finish that sentence. “You’re already late. Trust me, it’ll be worse if you smell like me when you walk into work.”
Nodding slightly, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I was about to get out when I remembered I was almost out of gas. “Shoot!”
“What?”
“I didn’t have time to get gas yesterday, and I could probably make it to work, but?—”
“Keys,” he said, holding out his hand.
Digging them out of my purse, I dropped them in his hand, then sealed my lips over his. “Thank you so much.”
“You can find a way to pay me back later,” he grumbled, sending an instant shot of lust to my core.
