“How can you tell?” This time when I smile I don’t try to hide it.
She pushes past me and opens my closet. “What kind of man organizes like this?”
“One who likes to be organized.”
“Your house is okay, I guess. I mean, if you have to live somewhere.” She waves her hand around and walks past me again.
Every time she does that, I want to reach out and grab her and pull her against my body. How does she not feel this tension between us? It’s so tight it’s like it’s going to snap at any moment, and I have to stand here and pretend it’s not driving me nuts.
“If you’re a slob, you can just say it,” I tease as I follow her out of my bedroom.
“I'm not admitting anything, but you should know that serial killers would be jealous of your setup.”
“Spent a lot of time with serial killers?”
“I’ve never met a true crime documentary I didn’t like.”
I can picture her curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn while the narrator describes a gruesome murder.
“And yet with all that knowledge, you still went to a second location with me. Tsk tsk, shorty.” She glares at me, but it’s adorable, and I use it as an excuse to touch her chin again.
An alert goes off on my phone, and I see someone’s at the gate.
“Have a hot date?” Sadie pretends to be causal about the question, but I see right through it.
“It’s your food. They had to send extra people to carry it all.”
“Nobody said kidnapping me would be cheap.”
“I’ll get the food, and we can eat in my office.” I go to walk out, and she calls after me.
“Your office? That wasn’t on the tour.”
“To the left. There’s a hidden door.”
I hear something about Bruce Wayne mumbled under her breath while I hit the button for the gate to open and let the driver in. After I’ve tipped him and gotten the bags, I come inside and swing by the kitchen to grab drinks.
By the time I’m finished, I find Sadie in the hallways on her hands and knees searching the baseboards for a way into my office.
“Not that I don't love the view, but it’s over here,” I say before I hit the discreet panel on the opposite wall, and the door next to me opens.
“Show-off.”
“Please, take your time.” I make a point to keep staring at her ass while she gets off the floor. Once she’s up, she raises her chin and walks by me in a huff. Once again, I follow her like a love-starved puppy.
She walks right over to my desk and starts opening drawers. I chuckle to myself as I go over to the table and place everything on it. While I set out the food, she snoops, and I’ve come to realize she likes being nosy.
“You’re low on Post-its,” is all she says when she’s had enough and takes a seat on the couch next to the food.
“Next time I’ll give you my password so you can order them for me.”
“Unless you’re willing to pay a secretary an engineer's salary, no thanks.”
“I would if she had your sparkling personality.” That earns me a little smile as she reaches for one of the Chinese containers and opens it.
“All right, we’re here. Now I want to see the goods.”
“Normally I don’t do that on the first date.”
