"I'm seeing to it." Eric leaned against the Chippendale desk and took a quick look at the notepad. "I've sent you several emails re the flooring."
"What about the bloody flooring? We open in three weeks."
"Aye. The deadline is upon us. They sent oak instead of teakwood."
"And?"
"I dispatched a blistering note to the suppliers. It's being sorted out. We have time."
"I want nothing to..." His voice trailed off as he looked over at the doorway.
It always amazed Eric to see the kind of dazzled look on his friend's face whenever his woman was in sight.
"Who do we have here?" Easing off the desk, he marched over and lifted Kiara clean off the floor. To amuse himself and darken his friend's mood, he kissed her right on the mouth. "I swear you grow more beautiful every time I see you."
He kissed her again, laughing at the feral growl behind them. "I think it's best I depart before the bloodshed starts."
"I think so too." Kiara patted his wide face as he sat her down.
"Bloody idiot." Oscar muttered, walking over to pull her close. "You didn't say you were stopping by."
"I wanted to surprise you." She leaned into the kiss with a satisfied sigh. "And to tell you the good news. Netflix is picking up 'History Repeated.'"
His eyes darkened. "This calls for a celebration. Dinner later?"
"Hmm." She brushed a hand through his hair, fingers trailing down his hair roughened cheek. "Sounds like a plan. Now give me the tour."
Chapter 5
"Do you think I lack fashion sense?" The question came out of nowhere, or so he thought. They had come home after dinner at the pub. He was trying his best to recover from the very hectic bout of lovemaking and catch his breath.
"Huh?"
Turning on her side, she propped her cheek on her palm as she faced him. "My fashion sense. Deb said I looked like a hobo. What do you think?"
Boggy ground, here, he mused.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
She rolled her eyes at him. "That's because you're so stuck on me. If you weren't biased in your thinking, what would be your response?"
Feeling his way around that minefield, he ran his tongue around his teeth and tried to come up with a diplomatic response.
"You don't need fancy clothes or any sort of enhancements. You have such beautifully flawless skin, and I personally think that expensive attire is just a way to make a person feel better about themselves. That's not something you need."
Her steady gaze had him shifting slightly.
"That sounds like the party line. Why the hell can't you come out and say what you really think? And might I point out that three quarters of that apartment building you call a closet holds some very expensive clothing."
"Perhaps I'm vain." He supplied hopefully.
"Try again."
Sighing softly, he pulled himself against the pillows. "You're trying to trick me." He complained.
"By asking you a simple question?" her brows arched in challenge.
"If I say yes, you will accuse me of not supporting you. If I say no, you're going to say I'm lying. A guy cannot win here."
