“Sure.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s it? No argument?”
“Not when it’s something to my benefit.”
Jase nodded. A few key strokes on his computer and he turned off the monitor. “Dinner tonight?”
“I can’t tonight. Taco Tuesday. Standing date with Denise.”
“So I won’t see you until Sunday.”
“Nope.”
“So we should make the most of the time we have this afternoon.” Jase round his desk and braced his hands on the armrests of her chair.
“What, here?” she asked, surprised.
“Think you can be quiet?” Jase raised his eyebrows in a salacious gesture.
She returned his grin. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Jase bent and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he spun them around.
“You pick me up a lot.” She stared at his mouth.
“It gets you where I want you to be.” He sat her on his desk and leaned forward, forcing her to lay against the cool wood.
She ran her hands under the sleeves of his t-shirt, tracing the definition of his muscles. “What if I don’t want to be where you put me?”
“Then I put you where you want to be.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her neck. “Where do you want to be?”
“Right here,” Bree said against his lips
“Then here it is.”
Bree sprayed down one of the outdoor kennels. Jase was due back that night. Why had this seemed like the longest five days of her life? Would Jase call her or wait until tomorrow? Should she call him? No. Maybe she should text him and ask how his trip went.
Why was she pining? She was not a woman who pined for men. When did he start consuming all her thoughts?
A cold spray of water hit her legs. She flinched from the spray. “What the hell?”
“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” Denise redirected the hose.
“Who? What? No.”
Denise gave her theyou’re so full of shit, I can smell you from herelook. “Uh huh. That’s why you haven’t heard a word I’ve said for the last ten minutes.”
“I heard you.”
“What was I saying then?” Denise threatened to spray her again.
What had she been talking about? Bree wracked her brain, but came up blank. “Fine, I was spacing. What were you talking about?”
“I asked how dinner went with Cindy on Friday.
“Oh. It was good, actually. She’s a lot more easy-going one-on-one. I might try to do lunch with her every now and then to get her out of the office.” She moved over to the next outdoor kennel and aimed the hose nozzle at the floor. “What else were you yapping at me about?”
Denise shot another spray of water at her. “The new litter of puppies.”
