I dropped my voice to a playful whisper. “You’re supposed to say thank you when someone gives you a compliment.”
He cupped my jaw then leaned down and kissed me till I was gasping for breath.
“Thank you, Lexi.”
“Show-off,” I called after him.
I grabbed his shirt from where it hung off the end of the bed and slipped it on then lay back on the mound of pillows.
“This must be what Cinderella felt like after she moved into the castle with her prince.” I decided.
It was perfect. Grayson was perfect.
I started to let myself imagine what it would be like to actually date him.
You’ll have to find a new job.
I needed a new job anyways, so there, negative thoughts.
And if I got a new job that paid more, I might be able to move somewhere I could actually bring a man to who wore eight-thousand-dollar suits. Then he’d know for sure that I wasn’t just with him to mooch off his penthouse. We’d go to fancy restaurants, and the theater, and nice parties.
With my new job, I’d buy new clothes so that I could convince Grayson that I was corporate girlfriend material. Maybe I’d even buy that fancy full-coverage foundation and lose the freckles. Not to mention I could finally stop lying to my parents.
See? Silver lining to every cloud.
Grayson appeared in the doorway of the master bedroom.
“Fancy! He put it on a tray and everything. Gizzy, down,” I ordered the iguana, “and I’ll give you a treat.”
“I don’t think he understands,” Grayson said, approaching the bed.
Gizzy hauled himself to the edge of the bed and jumped off then waited patiently on the floor.
“Huh.”
Grayson stepped around him and set the tray down in front of me.
I picked up the container of gnocchi and scallops while Grayson poured me a glass of wine.
“So good,” I said, scooping a large forkful in my mouth.
Grayson ate a bite of the lobster salad.
“You didn’t try this at the restaurant,” I said, holding out a gnocchi for him.
He let me feed it to him then lay back down beside me.
I carded my fingers through his hair.
Then he pulled out his phone.
“I thought you weren’t working,” I reminded him.
“You said you wanted me to buy a rug,” he replied.
“Are you doing a little online shopping, Grayson?” I stretched my arms out. “Ah, the power of pussy! Yes, go ahead and laugh. You know you want to.”
He grinned as he swiped through rugs on a shopping website.
