“At the end of term.”
“Christmas?” What about my family? Christmas with them is my favorite time of year.
“How much time after the term ends before Christmas?”
I pull out my phone and look for the college calendar. “Um, there’s a week between finals week and Christmas. There’s also time after Christmas.” I look up at him. “Do you do anything for New Year’s Eve?” I’ve never gone to a New Year’s Eve party. I never saw the point. I wasn’t going to get that kiss at midnight, so why put myself through that?
“Aye. My mates and I usually do something.” He turns his head to look at me and smiles. “But that would work for me.”
“I just—”
“Just think about it. We can talk about it next week. Let’s just enjoy the little bit of time we have left onthisvisit.”
“Okay. Sure.” He’s right. There’s no use fretting over that now.
“Good. Now, let’s head back to the hotel, shall we?”
Oh wow. This is it. It’s happening. “Sure.”
Cooke chuckles, and it’s warm and rumbly. I like it.
* * *
“Shall we watch some telly?”
Telly? He’s pointing to the flat-screen. “Oh, television. Sure.” I sort of wish he’d ravage me instead of wanting to watch TV, but what am I supposed to do, jump his bones?
Cooke flops down onto the sofa in the living room and pats the seat next to him. “Come. I’ll let you choose what we watch.”
“A movie?” I step across the room and sit down, leaving about a foot between us. I’m just not sure what’s going on. Last night he couldn’t wait to kiss me. Heck, he had me against the door, for goodness’ sake.
“If you’d like.”
I can’t figure out from that if he wants to watch a movie or not. I mean, if he doesn’t, he would’ve said, right? Leaning forward, I pick up the remote. I find the page with the channel guide and hit the option that says Premium Movies. I blush when I see the first option: porn. I quickly move the selection arrow down to New Releases.
“No porn, love?”
I don’t turn my head, but I do side-eye him. “Do you want to watch porn?”
“I’d love to watch porn.”
Now I turn to face him. When he starts to laugh, I want to throttle him. “Funny. Ha ha.”
“I’m not joking. I love some good naughty secretary porn.”
God, my face is on fire. “You do?” I squeak, becausegah!
“What’s not to like?” He shrugs. “You have your domineering boss and the secretary that keeps fumbling at her job. She gets her little bottom swatted, and the rest… well, it’s hot.”
I’m speechless. Literally and utterly speechless. And do you want to know why? Because itdoessound hot. Gah! Again. I’m a pervert, but so is he.
Doing my best to gain whatever semblance of control I have, I shrug. “That sounds good, but I think I’d prefer to watch something more mainstream.”
“Ah, of course. Like delivery man porn?”
I laugh as I reach out and swat his big arm. “Stop teasing me.”
“I never joke about porn, love.”
