But when I return to the bed, she’s fast asleep. The thought that I should bring her back to her own bed occurs to me, but that seems like a dick move, even for me, and I’m trying to get this woman to fall for me. So I pull the covers over her instead, then join her.
I tell myself that the reason it’s so easy for me to fall asleep is because I just had an epic lay.
I wake up to the feeling of soft fingers tracing a path on my left shoulder blade, and before I open my eyes, I know what Hattie is looking at.
“Morning.” My voice is rough with sleep as I slowly open my eyes.
“Were you born with this?” Her finger continues to trace my heart-shaped birthmark.
“Yeah, I used to tell the girls in high school that it meant I was born to be a lover.”
“Oh, boy.” She chuckles, and I push away the warmth that blooms in my chest at the sound. “Did it actually work?”
“Sometimes.” I roll over to face her. “Would it work on you?”
She bites her bottom lip. “Well, I already know you’re a good lover, so that’s not a fair question.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Good?”
She flutters her eyelashes and shrugs. “How about fantastic, amazing, the best ever? That better?”
“Much.”
I study her and how she looks having just woken up. Her makeup is still on from last night, smudged under her eyes, and her hair is mussed. Regardless, she has this innate childlike innocence. Suddenly, I feel every one of the thirteen years between us.
“How are you feeling after last night?” I’m not sure why I’m asking, nor why I care that it even came to my mind in the first place.
“Amazing. You’re amazing.” She presses a chaste kiss to my shoulder.
Something comes to life in my chest, but I push down the feeling and change the subject. “I have to go into the club early today to meet someone, but you stay here and go back to sleep for a while.”
I arranged to meet with Sean later this morning. Sure, I could have done it later in the day, but I liked the idea of forcing that asshole to get out of bed, and I don’t really want Hattie around when he’s around. She knows nothing of the arrangement he and I have, nor do I want her to. I’m not sure how she’d feel about it and subsequently me, so it has the potential to derail all my plans.
But Sean needs to know that I’ve put out feelers to some other organizations in the area if he doesn’t back down about decreasing my cut.
“I am tired. Someone kept me up late last night.” Hattie runs a finger down my chest, and my dick twitches under the sheet.
I need to get the hell out of here before I’m balls deep in her again and miss my meeting.
“Mmm, well, be prepared for me to do it again tonight.” I give her a chaste kiss. “If you want.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like I’d turn you down. All I can think of since we started fooling around is what else we might do and when we’ll get to do it again. Watch out, you might have turned me into a sex addict.”
My head tips back, and I roar with laughter. “You’re not a sex addict. If I had to guess, you’re just now going through what a lot of people do when they’re teenagers first discovering sex.”
“All right, that makes me feel a little better.”
I roll out of bed, tugging the sheet back. “I’ll see you later then?”
She nods before rolling over and pulling the blanket up over her shoulder.
I allow myself one last look at the outline of her gorgeous curves under the sheet before I go to the en suite and pretend that I didn’t like seeing her in my bed.
33
HATTIE
Afew days have passed since I had sex with Bast, and I’ve slept in his bed every single night.
