“Neither do you.”
“I thought you’d go little boy on me when you slept, yourface all soft and vulnerable, but you didn’t.When you sleep, you look like abadass who would call a couple of bullies motherfuckers even if they’re onlytwelve.”
“That’s because Iama badass who would do that,”he returned, then took over.“Let me guess, you’re a morning person.”
She shook her head, some of her hair brushing across hisshoulders and chest.
Annnnnnnd…
Yeah.
Staying hard.
“Nope,” she contradicted verbally.“I’m awhatever-the-day-brings person.I can be morning.I can be night.I can belazy.I can be energetic.I just go with the flow.I have staff to open so theflow goes with me too.”
“Good being boss,” he noted.
“Letmeguess, you’renota morningperson.”
Jag nodded.“Total night owl.”
“Even being boss, I have to work today,” she announced.
“I do too,” he shared.
“So what’s on for us?Work then you want me to cook for you?You cook for me?Or we go out to eat?Then movie?Hit a club?What?”
He slid his hands to the small of her back, letting one keepgoing up her spine, the other he wrapped around her waist, and teased, “I seeyou’re already taking me for granted.”
She copped to it immediately.“Absolutely, and going withthat theme, you cook for me.Iwannasee your space.”
“It isn’t as cool as your space,” he warned her.
“I don’t care.”
“It also isn’t ascleanas your space.”
“So youcanbe a boy, because a grown man looksafter himself.”
He started laughing as he said, “Life is too short to spendtime cleaning.I do laundry and hate every second of it.And that’s all I gotin me to waste on that kind of shit.”
“So you cook here.”
He shook his head.“My baby wants to see my pad, I’ll makesure shit is picked up and presentable and so you don’t run screaming into thenight when you see the bathroom.”
She got a smug expression.“I see how deep you are for me.”
“No, Archie, I’ll send prospects over to clean my place.Though, just to say, I’m in deep, but another reason I don’t waste time doingthat shit is because of how much of it I had to do when I was prospect.So Iearnedbustin’ the guys’ chops and I won’t hesitateto do that, especially when something as important is going to happen as youcoming to my crib for dinner.”
“Works either way.”
It did, it was just that this way, without him scrubbingtoilets, was better.
“There’ll be clean sheets, sweetheart,” he told her.“Socome with whatever you need since you’re spending the night.”
Her eyes warmed.
He moved his hands to either side of her waist and gave hera squeeze.
