Julia: Yes. Come to your apartment.
She’s in my apartment?
My brows pinch as I shove my phone into my pocket and walk the short stretch down the hall.
And the second I unlock the door and step inside, I know something’s up. The lights are dim, the room smells faintly like vanilla, and right there, perched in the center of my leather couch like a perfectly wrapped gift, is Julia.
Wearing nothing butmyblack Hermès tie.
It’s tied loosely around her neck, barely brushing the tops of her thighs, and her legs are open. Her hair’s a sexy mess of wild curls, and she’s smiling at me like she already knows she’s going to wreck me tonight.
Oh fuck me, I love this woman.
She leans back on her elbows, lifts her chin, and with a perfectly smug little smirk, says, “How was your day, dear?”
My jaw drops. Not because I don’t get it, but because I do—instantly.
I bark out a laugh. “Nice tie.”
She grins. “Thanks. I got it for you.”
“Yeah?”
She nods and giggles. “Straight from your closet.”
God, I’m obsessed with this girl.Fully, completely, can’t-see-straight obsessed.
“You’re quotingPretty Woman.” I start walking toward her slowly, like she’s something sacred and I’m not sure I’m worthy.
She shrugs one bare shoulder. “It’s your favorite.”
“It’s one of my favorites,” I correct, pausing right in front of her. “Notthefavorite.”
“You’ve made me watch it five hundred times.”
“And you’ve argued with me five hundred times that it’s not a rom-com.”
“Because it’s not, Ace.”
“It literally is.”
She purses her lips. “There’s prostitution and trauma.”
“There are also shopping montages and a happy ending. Classic rom-com formula, Lia.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile says she loves this. Loves me. God, I’m a lucky bastard.
“Also…” She pauses, and her voice drops to this sexy, seductive tone. “I have a confession to make.”
“Yeah?” I sink to my knees between her thighs, breath catching as I finally let myself touch her—only her knees at first, brushing slow circles over her skin with my thumbs.
“I didn’t have a migraine.”
My eyebrows rise. “No?”
She shakes her head, and the tie shifts slightly, barely grazing the perfect pink of each of her nipples. “I had plans.”
I grin. “To do another reenactment of one of my favorite rom-coms?”
