“That looks soft and cozy.”
“It is,” I agreed.
“I got yellow curry and some roti for you.”
I smiled. “That sounds great. Do you want a beer or some iced tea?”
“Water, please.”
We fell into a familiar rhythm as he took the food out of the bags and I got our drinks. We settled at my bar, our stools close enough for our hips to touch. His knee swiveled out to touch mine.
“What did you do today?” he asked.
“Prep for Lucy’s showing. We finalized the menu and ordered the wine and champagne we’ll need for the event.” I nudged him with my shoulder. “Thanks again for lunch. Davide said that he’s reconsidering his threat to kick your ass. Especially after he saw the crème brulee you ordered for dessert.”
Elijah chuckled. “I’ll have to do it more often then.”
“What did you and Marcus get up to?”
He made a face. “Meetings with our financial advisor, accountant, and a bunch of other people who keep trying to tell us what to do.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You prefer to be the boss, huh?”
The look he gave me was so heated that my teasing words dried up. “Yes.”
I averted my gaze. When I invited him over, I fully intended for us to end up in my bedroom at some point. Now that he was here, it felt different. Like it was more than just dinner and sex.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my shoulder where my shirt had slipped down, baring my skin.
“I’m glad you invited me over tonight,” he said as he straightened.
I managed to meet his eyes. “I am, too.”
Chapter Twenty
Dinner had been consumed and the leftovers put away, and much to my disappointment, Elijah changed out of his suit. Well, I was disappointed until he came out of my bedroom wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants and a snug white t-shirt that was so old and threadbare that I could see his nipples through the material. Was this the male equivalent of lingerie? Because I was having trouble taking my eyes off him.
I was already curled up on the couch with an ultra-soft microfleece blanket over my lap. He plopped down next to me, wrapped an arm around me, and dragged me into his side. Then, he spread the blanket over both of us.
“What should we watch?” he asked.
I leaned into him, letting my cheek rest on his chest. “I just started the Pride and Prejudice miniseries from the 90’s.”
Without complaint or argument, he pulled up my streaming menu and asked me which app. Once I told him, he navigated to the show.
“Let’s restart the first episode. I’m only thirty minutes into it anyway.”
I tried to focus on what was happening on the screen, but my attention kept returning to Elijah. His body was warm and hard against mine. I wanted to bury my nose in his chest and breathe in his scent. He smelled and felt so good. and it brought back memories of the things we’d done on this very couch. And against my front door. And in my bedroom.
I shifted against him, pressing my thighs together, trying to ignore how I was feeling. But it was futile.
I was more focused on my thoughts than the show until he dragged me over his lap until my back rested against the arm of the couch and our faces were a few inches apart.
“What’s going on, Brown Eyes?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
He arched his brows at me. “Your cheeks are flushed, and you’ve been fidgeting next to me for the past fifteen minutes like you can’t sit still.”
