“It was fucked-up,” I acknowledged. “And you’re fucked-up if you think that I’m going to continue sleeping with you while you parade your French supermodel corporate girlfriend aroundwhile I have to hide under the bed and pretend to be the magic little sex elf who disappears before you bring a real woman over. Oh, yeah. Anthym told me that you were dating and wanted me to make sure the penthouse was ready for the woman you were bringing over.” I glared at him.
His chin tipped down, and his mouth quirked. Then he looked up at me, green eyes bright under dark lashes.
“Lexi, the woman I am bringing over,” he said, dropping his voice, “is you.”
“I’m not your girlfriend,” I whispered back.
“We had sex, and I bought you a present,” he countered, bringing my hand to his mouth, punctuating the words with kisses.
He stretched out next to me on the bed, arm a warm weight on my back.
“That sort of makes me sound like your mistress.” I turned over on my side to face him, slowly, so he didn’t think I was trying to push him away.
“Or the girl I can’t stop fantasizing about.” He stroked my hair, winding one of the curls around his finger.
The anger and hurt that had been there moments ago had dissipated. His green eyes were warm, almost jewellike in the sunlight that fell from the tall windows.
I love his eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” he murmured.
“You want an honest answer?”
“Do I?” His voice was slightly strained.
“Probably not.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I’m wondering if the Beast and Belle had sex.”
Grayson rolled on his back and huffed out a laugh.
“Is everything Disney related?” he asked his shoulders relaxing.
“I’m from Florida; of course it is.” I dragged myself over to lay on top of him, stroking my finger down that straight, perfect nose. “You know, you warned me to stay away from you.”
“And I’m still warning you to stay away from me,” he murmured. “I’m not good enough for you.”
“The humblebrag is not a good look on you, sir.”
I traced my finger along his mouth because I could, because Grayson didn’t have a sexy French woman waiting in the wings, because he was the only place I was getting regular sex, and because I loved the small play of a smile on his mouth.
“Now I’m warning you: stick with me, and eventually you’re going to be making sweet, sweet love to me wearing Mickey Mouse ears.”
I kissed him softly.
“Did you complete your scavenger hunt?” I tapped my fingers on his bare chest.
“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted me.
“Good boy, and did you bring Crumpet a present?”
“I brought you a present.”
“Best kindness buddy ever.”
He took my hand in his larger one.
