I held the shirt against my breasts. “Are you uncomfortable with sexy things this early?”
Harvey chuckled. “No.”
My shoulders sagged. “Why did you look away then?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m not so distracted.” He wiped his hands on a towel, then flipped the shirt around, easing me into it.
The cotton hung loose and comfy around my curves. I spun around, letting the hem flare.
Harvey flicked his lip piercing with his thumb, his eyes twinkling. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute?” Not sexy?
Smirking, he closed the distance between us. “You’re hot as hell, too. I want to look at, touch, and taste every inch of you.”
Well, I could be dessert. “What’s stopping you?”
He twisted my hair around his fingers. “You need more than a quick lay. You need a Daddy.”
My kneecaps melted faster than marshmallows in hot cocoa. I swayed, gently holding onto him. “I want both. Now, please.”
He smirked. “Good thing you found me.”
Maybe Santa was rewarding me tenfold for being good this year. “What do you need, Harvey?”
“I have a feeling it’s looking right at me.”
I pressed my face against his chest to suppress a giggle, not sure if I wanted to kiss him or jump him. Would he carry me around the apartment?
“What do you want first: Little or Big time?” He smoothed the shirt along my spine.
I wiggled my hips and gazed up at him. “We can play for a little bit. But that means you’re in charge of my sweater.”
“I think I can handle that," he said.
“Yes, but can you handle me?” I flounced to the table and got our plates.
A bewildered smile stretched his cheeks. “What are you doing?”
“If you want to lure out my Little side, we should watch cartoons while we eat. Do you think the Claymation specials will be on?”
“You see those every day.” He poked a few remotes to get the TV set up.
“So? They’re fun.” There wasn’t a couch anywhere, so I sat on the plaid bedspread.
“Not on the bed,” he warned.
“Fine.” I slid down to the hardwood floor and stuck my tongue out at him.
He laid a napkin and our plates on the floor. “Wait, you have a sippy cup in your car, right? Do you want me to get that?”
“Yes, please.” My cheeks flamed. I wanted to hug him, but had to settle for a nearby pillow.
Harvey was being so nice to me. He took my keys and came back with my whole emergency stash.
“Mr. Waddles.” I pushed my pasta aside to hug my fluffy friend. “This is the best dinner party ever.”
“Do you think we have room for one more guest?” Harvey pulled a magnificent, small dog plushie out from behind his pillows. It was so old, the fur had compacted to the body. It had kind eyes. The mouth was stitched as a smile-like “v.” He was amazing. “This is Doggie. I’ve had him since I was a baby.”
