“Here I thought we’d be doing more boyfriend girlfriend things.”
I meet his gaze. “What things?”
Heath smiles. “You know very well what things.”
Sexual things.
I quickly escape his embrace. “These orders can’t wait.”
Heath laughs and goes to his walk-in closet while I clear the table for us to work.
Of course we’ll be doing those kinda things now.
Why am I getting nervous?
If anything I should be relaxed because I know how everything happens.
I just never thought my smut knowledge would ever be helpful.
I sneak a glance at Heath who’s adjusting the thermostat. He looks nice, great, hot, sexy—I can’t stop drooling over him—in gray sweatpants and black t-shirt. The sight is exquisite and I’m staring unabashedly.
The way his strong and big muscles squeeze into the material of his t-shirt that is too tight and the chest that is hard and packed. I know he has a six pack. I’ve seen it and I think about it often.
My eyes trail down to his sweatpants. Gray sweatpants. He definitely knows what they do to girls. It’s like kryptonite. Also, they hang low on his hips.
Heath frowns when he catches me staring. “Is it still too cold for you?”
I can’t get the words out.
Gray sweatpants.
Gray. Sweatpants.
Gray sweatpants.
This is it. This is how he breaks me. I’ll agree to do anything with him if he asks me wearing those gray sweatpants.
“Rose,” he comes closer. “What’s wrong?”
“Gray sweatpants.” I press my hands to my mouth.
Oh my God.
I just unlocked the secret to him.
He cocks an eyebrow in confusion. “What about them?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly and look at the beads.
Coming closer, he goes down on one knee beside me.
Air gets thick and my breath hitches.
He caresses my cheek and says, “You’re blushing which can only mean one thing.”
“What thing?” I keep working the beads into the string to avoid looking at him.
“You’re thinking about something dirty.”
