I close my laptop and then open it back up again, scrolling through the search results. If I do this, I have to think outside the box—something Neo would like. He’s not Candace, who would be wooed by an expensive dinner and an invite-only cocktail bar.
Neo would scoff at both of those.
My eyes flick down to the colorful screen, the flashing lights. I bet a place like this is noisy. I wince at the thought. The retro arcade bar is far away too, but with our helicopter, I don’t need to worry about that much.
So, we are taking him on a date, then?
I clench my jaw at the monster’s question and slam my laptop shut again. I keep doing that—slamming it shut, before reopening it a few minutes later and continuing to scroll.
I tap my fingers on the lid. I shouldn’t even entertain this.
I’m not entertaining it.
Why am I entertaining it?
Sighing, I open the laptop and continue my research.
The door to my bedroom quietly opens, and I see a glint of blue hair as someone sneaks in. Something uncoils in my chest. I rub at it in relief. It’s been like that for hours now.
Ever since Neo waltzed out of my office with Harley.
“Where have you been?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“I was hanging out with Harley and Ansel, and, you know…tinkering around.” Neo yawns as he strolls over, flopping face down on the bed.
“What were you tinkering with?”
“Oh, this and that… What have you been doing?”
“Not that it’s your business, but I’ve been working. Very hard.”
“Yeah, I bet you have.” He chuckles as he peers over at my screen. “Oh, are you planning our date?”
“I’m not. It’s research for a client,” I say, and close it once again, setting it on the bedside table.
“Bummer. That looked cool,” he replies, twisting on top of the comforter until he’s on his back. His hands go to the waistband of his jeans, and I watch as he unbuttons them and kicks them off, leaving him only in his boxers, a t-shirt, and his socks. He always sleeps fucking naked.
Not that I’ve noticed.
I notice nothing.
“Have I told you that I love sleeping naked?” He arches his back slightly as he pulls the t-shirt over his head. He’s smaller than most men I know, with a thin frame, long limbs, and just enough definition to tell me how active he is.
Though I know he doesn’t work out. His lightly toned muscles come from staying constantly busy and always in trouble. He notices me watching him, but doesn’t shy away. Instead, he reclines on top of the sheets, hands going behind his head.
Like he knows he looks good.
And he knows I know it too.
“When I first met you, I figured you’d be sleeping all buttoned up,” he drawls, his eyes dark. “Realizing you sleep only in pajama bottoms does it for me, you know?”
I didn’t know that. Now that I do, I should be digging out the matching shirts that are in the back of one of my drawers.
But I don’t. I just continue to let my eyes roam over him as he strips off the rest of his clothes before returning to his previous position. The small, dusky nipples that I’m oddly tempted to taste. The light dusting of hair on his lower abdomen.
His cock is thin and long, half-hard between his thighs.
I force my eyes away. Not fast enough to miss Neo’s predatory smirk.
