She needs a soft place to land. Not a hard dick to ride.
She’s forbidden.
“Thanks for the slippers.” She wiggles her foot.
I shift in my seat, hoping to tame my inconvenient boner. Thank God I’m sitting. “The concrete floors are heated, but I wanted you to be comfortable.” My mouth is so dry, it’s like sandpaper coats my throat.
She smiles. “And thanks for the plush terrycloth robe and the French body wash and lotion. It’s like you robbed a bath & body shop. There are so many different lovely fragrances.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to smell like me.”Not unless I’m rubbing against you.
“You’re so thoughtful.” She holds my gaze, smiling at me like I’m her savior.
I clear my throat. “How did you sleep?”
“I feel like a new woman.”
When I woke up this morning, she was sleeping with her back rested against the bedrest. I repositioned her, doing my best not to wake her up, so she wouldn’t wake up with a kink in her neck.
Mission accomplished.
“I thought your couch was comfy,” she says, “but sleeping on the bed in your guestroom was like sleeping on a cloud.”
“Glad you had a good night’s sleep. You deserve it after the nightmare.”
She plays with her hair, and a strand pops out of the messy bun on top of her head. “I’m sorry you had to sleep in the armchair.”
“You say that like you pointed a gun at my head and forced me to spend the night there.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I wanted to be close by, in case you had another nightmare.”
She lowers her gaze to her feet before looking up from under her lashes. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Since you started a conversation with someone else, why don’t I get on with my day?” Erik says.
Oh, shit. I forgot about him.I lift my phone up. “Sorry.”
“I get it. Harley is a lot prettier to look at than I am.”
She gasps.
“Idiot.” I swing my gaze in Harley’s direction. “It’s my friend, Erik. He was at Grazie Mille on the day of the white suit-gate scandal and he’s co-owner of Creamy Heaven.” I turn the phone around.
Harley waves. “Pleased to meet you again, even though I don’t remember you, Erik.”
“The pleasure is mine, Harley. And I’m guessing we’ll see each other real soon…”
I flip the phone around, and in my haste, it almost drops from my hands. “You’re right, it’s time for you to get on with your day.”
“I’m being dismissed. Message received.” Erik chuckles. “Have a great day, Harley.”
This time, I don’t turn my phone around. I don’t need him to drop more hints.
“The same to you, Erik.”
