It stuck with you. Burned into you. Scared you.
I shook my head.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that shit. I knew that if I gave it more headspace, it would take up the rest of my day.
She was silent.
The dots on the screen didn’t move.
Therefore, I texted her back.
Me – We’re in. What time? And where?
Lila – 1 pm. I’ll send you the address.
Lila –*address attached*
I pocketed my phone and got back to work.
***
It was Saturday morning.
I’d already run ten miles with Cole.
Thankfully, because I was a billionaire, neither of us ran out of hot water when we both took showers at the same time.
Cause a man only needed to take a cold shower when he needed to focus or get his raging hard on to go down.
Unfortunately, every time I saw Lila, I ended up in cold showers.
Fucking hell.
I reached out and turned off the hot water. Letting the biting cold flow over my muscles.
Of course, all I had to do was think about her, and my cock instantly hardened.
The woman was going to be the death of me, and she didn’t even know it.
I sighed as my hard-on went down.
Then I finished my shower.
Ten minutes later, I was in the kitchen laughing my ass off.
“It said to mix it at medium speed!” Madalyn cried.
Lila was in tears on FaceTime with my girl.
My girl had wanted to make something to bring to the potluck.
She decided she’d make cookies.
And the result of her trying to make said cookies?
That was the milk-and-butter mixture that splattered all over the cabinets and countertops.
Cole walked in then, stopped, his mouth hanging open, “Well, shit.”
