We’ve never fucked there
I’d thought about saying something about never having seen it, but opted for the more direct route instead. No sense pretending it was his bedding I was interested in, even if I’d very recently developed something of a sheet obsession.
JAKE
We should do something about that.
JAKE
Like fuck in my bed. To be clear.
I made a humming noise and hugged the sheets a little tighter.
“Something delicious, cher?”
I spun to see Julien standing behind me. It’d been so absorbed in my thoughts; I hadn’t heard him approach. I felt my face heat which was ridiculous. I was a grown woman. I owned my pleasure. Pleasures. I wasn’t about to limit myself.
“It promises to be.” I winked, and Julien let out a full-throated laugh.
“As long as it’s worthy of those sheets,” he said, reaching to take the bundle from my arms.
“Can you send a set of the white ones—king sized—to the Collins address?” I might not have spent any time in Jake’s bed, but I knew the size the same way I knew he’d needed pillows for his sofa and hand towels for his powder room.
“Of course. I’ll put it all on your account.”
Julien headed to the front of the store, and I thumbed open my phone again.
ME
Next week?
JAKE
Absolutely. Wednesday afternoon?
ME
Perfect. I’m sending you sheets.
I went to slip my phone back into my bag and stopped when another thought hit me. On the drive over, John Essex had mentioned a problem with their computer reservation systems. Maybe I could impress Essex by solving his problem and throw some business Jake’s way at the same time.
ME
Can I ask a favor?
JAKE
A naked one?
I glanced around to make sure Julien didn’t catch me grinning at my phone like a crazy person.
ME
I suppose you can do it naked if you want. It might mean some business for you. I’ve got a client—the developer I told you about—whos’s got a computer problem. I thought you might be able to help him.
Jake didn’t immediately respond, and the long pause made me wonder if I’d overstepped.
JAKE
