Rachel nodded again. “While we were—”
She gestured to the wall,where they’d had a truly inspired middle-of-the-night romp. It involved inventive use of the curtains. She wouldn’t have thought the position was possible.
Travis’s inventiveness when it came to bedroom antics was one of the many pieces to that smoldering sex-appeal thing he had going on.
“Rach, you shouldn’t have to take calls at all hours of the night.” He sprawled out on the bed beside her, rolling to his side. “No one can possibly expect that from you.”
Except him, of course. He didn’t say it, but she was pretty sure he wanted to.
To be honest, she’d jump when he called because of that thing she’d discovered he could do when they went skinny-dipping at the lake. Let’s just say, she was mighty impressed by his flexibility.
“It’s just part of the service I provide to clients.” A headache was forming just behind her eyes. “I mean, I’d like it not to be.” She rolled,so they were face-to-face. “But it’s what they expect. I’m definitely not the cheapest option on the virtual-executive-assistant market. My clients have come to know that I will get it done and do it right.”
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you charge them extra when they call with last-minute demands?”
She shook her head.
“Have you considered laying out the exact times you’ll be available and when they can expect responses?” he continued.
Given that he was starting to show up at work only sometimes, he really didn’t get to have thoughts on this.
“I’ve considered it,” she admitted. In fact, she’d considered it more than once. She’d even drafted it up in a document. She hadn’t seen it through because she absolutely didn’t want to ruin the relationships already established or—more to the point—admit that she was unable to complete the job as asked.
“I think I just need to do better.” She waved her hand between them. “At managing my time with you, with the kids, and the work.”
“I’d like to spend more time with you, Rach.” He shifted so they were touching, front to front. “I’ve been thinking…we should consider taking this thing between us public.”
She kept her gaze steady with his, even as she arched away. Seriously? She was mid-crisis, and he wanted to discuss this now?
“No,” she said.
“No, as innever?” he asked. “Or no, as innot right now?”
What had she meant? She’d meant that she didn’t want to deal with Evelyn’s passive-aggressiveness, explaining relationships to the boys, or having to have a talk with Gavin,since it affected the kids and they’d agreed—and both had always communicated—whenever they’d had a change in their lives that merited that type of a talk.
“I’m really stressed-out at the moment.” The headache was starting to become more than just an annoyance. If she wasn’t careful, her morning would brew a full-blown migraine. She had no time for a migraine. “Now is not the right moment for this.”
“I think it’s a fantastic moment,myself,” Travis said, his dimple making an appearance,which caused heat to pool between her thighs. The headache receded a little, too.
They had been taking it slow. Well, slow everywhere but in the bedroom.
And that one time in the study.
Also, the lake.
But that had just been once because they really could’ve gotten caught.
Although, maybe they weren’t taking it as slow as she’d thought.
“Can we keep it at just us right now? Until things calm down for me?” she asked, touching his chest because she could,and it was just so touchable. “Then talk about a plan to ease everyone in to you and me being a public us?”
“That depends.” He pressed a light kiss to her lips.
“On what?”
“Let me take you out tonight. Dancing. There’s a local place Dave says is great.”
Dancing. She hadn’t been dancing since Molly’s birthday two years ago. They’d all decided to try clubbing. They’d ended up spending twenty minutes at the actual club before evacuating to an Olive Garden because it was soup, salad, and breadsticks night.
