My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him walk out of the clinic, wishing that I were going home to bed with him.
“I need an umbrella,”I mutter as I race across the wet sidewalk toward my apartment building.
The cold snap we had has given way to spring-like weather. When I left my place this morning I didn’t even bother to grab a jacket. What I could really use right now is an umbrella.
I slide my hand over my hair as I charge into the vestibule of my building. I took the subway home, but the one block walk from the station was enough to make me feel and look like a drowned rat. I got a good glimpse of my reflection in the windows of the building next to mine.
I curse under my breath hoping that Sebastian won’t be standing in the main living area when I walk in. I want to duck into my bedroom, take a warm shower and get into dry clothes before I face him.
“Tilly, you look like you could use a towel,” Junior, the doorman, says as he spots me from across the lobby. “I have a stock of umbrellas for residents. All you had to do was ask for one on your way out this morning.”
I should point out that Junior didn’t even bother opening the door for me when I left earlier. He was so engrossed in a phone call with someone named Sasha that he only offered up a weak wave and a nod of his chin as I passed by.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” I look toward the elevator. “I’m going to head up. It’s been a long day.”
“Your new roommate is a cop.”
I turn and look at him. Junior is at least twice my age, with graying temples and fine lines around his eyes. His face is friendly even when it’s not sporting a smile as it is now. “I know that.”
“I didn’t know until ten minutes ago when he walked past me and I saw his badge.”
My heart drops.
“Was he on his way in or out?” I ask expectantly.
“Out.” He gestures toward the street. “He was in a rush. There must be something going down.”
An image of Sebastian going down on me pops into my head.
Shit. I don’t need to think about that while I’m staring at Junior’s face.
“Isn’t there always something happening in this city?” I quip. “I need to dry off. Enjoy your night, Junior.”
“You too, Tilly.” He taps the brim of his hat. “I hope it’s a night to remember.”
It may be his standard line, but I was truly hoping for a night to remember. Now that Sebastian has gone to work, my night will consist of a bubble bath and frozen pizza.
All it will be is forgettable.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sebastian
There’sno way in hell I’m ever going to forget this night.
I stand in the foyer of the apartment staring at the sight in front of me. Matilda doesn’t realize I’m here. If she did, she wouldn’t be perched on the top of the dining room table with her back to me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a bra.
Music is blaring from a mini speaker on the kitchen counter. Her ass is swaying to the beat.
It’s obvious from my vantage point that she’s changing a light bulb in the chandelier that hangs over the table.
I’ll never again look at a light fixture the same way.
Her curvy ass is perfection.
I want to touch it, bite it.Fuck it.
My cock hardens instantly.
