“Great. Meet back here in five,” I slide out of bed. “You take the main bathroom in there. I’ll go to the guest bath.”
I run upstairs to the other bathroom, do my business, and am back in bed before Camellia.
She’s coming back to my bed. In my house.
I feel like thumping my chest and jumping up and down on the mattress with cries of “Mine, mine, mine.”
Her phone buzzes again on the nightstand. I can’t help but look at the screen.
R.M.: U tell him yet?
What. The. Fuck?
I don’t get long to think about it because Camellia slinks into the room. She’s wearing nothing again but a smile. The morning light frames her body, making her look like a sculpture. Her smile is only for me, and I tamp down the feelings of jealousy.
Camellia is not Sabine.
She’s not hiding things from me.
Camellia touches her hair. “I can’t believe you’re looking at me like the Big Bad Wolf, and I’m Little Red Riding Hood when my hair looks like this.”
I reach for her, pulling her back into the bed. “Like what? A woman well fucked? A woman I want to pleasure again for hours today?”
She snickers then resumes her wrapped-around-me position.
“I take it you’re not the spooning type,” I kiss the top of her head.
She kisses my chest. “Nope.”
“What do you call this, then?”
“Oh, this is the can opener,” she motions to our bodies. “The old-fashioned kind. And I’m about to crack you open. Wait. That sounded weird.”
I howl with laughter. “Shit, I love that about you.”
She raises her head to look at me. “What? My amazing sleeping positions?”
“That too. No, the thing I love the most is your lack of filter. You don’t care what anyone thinks. You spit out the truth, no matter what.”
My heart stutters as a cloud passes over her face. I almost don’t notice it. And if it weren’t for the tips of her ears turning red, I would have written it off as a figment of my imagination.
She’s lying to you.
I pull back. “What is it?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I don’t want to keep you from work today. You’re very important.”
Lies. Lies. Lies.
I frown. “I don’t have to be in until later. I planned on calling into work and taking the day off.”
Camellia swats my chest. “Can the big powerful Fire Chief do that? Make his own hours?”
“If I’ve trained my staff right, I can.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Then, let’s play hooky, shall we?”
My cock, which was a hundred percent for getting some morning action ten minutes ago, is decidedly petulant right now. He wants to know what’s going on withThatR.M.Asshole.
