Gibson stretched and kneaded the pillow with his paws.
“Now the third night…that’s when you can finally let a touch of your neurosis hang out. Spend the night, have breakfast. That kind of thing. Wait until the fourth or fifth night if you’ve got an unexpected kink. That’s the time to let it slip. Gently, though. You don’t want to scare them all the way off. Because if they’re not into it, it just may be too early.”
Her gaze snagged on a pile at the foot of the bed.
“Did your Linx leave me clothes?” she asked.
Gibson didn’t respond.
But yes…
He. Left. Her. Clothing.
Folded at the bottom of the bedspread, someone—someone who had to be Linx—had left her purse, a phone charger, and a pair of drawstring pants that were probably too big for her, given that they looked to be Linx’s, and a Dimefront t-shirt she probably wouldn’t return. Ever.
What freaking time was it, anyway?
She released Gibson and looked to the alarm clock. Holy crap, she’d slept all morning.
She bolted straight up, a move that epically ruined the residualah-factor of Linx’s most amazing bed. Gibson did not appreciate the abrupt movement, what with the way he leapt right down from the bed and marched his little bum out the cracked door.
Suddenly reluctant to evacuate and leave the comfort of the mattress, she blinked against the slept-in contact lenses not made for that activity. Seriously, she didn’t know it was possible to sink into a mattress the way this one fitted around her body. Forget about the best night’s sleep in months. Last night may have been the best sleep she’d ever had. Gunky contacts, cat stares, and all.
Getting out of the bed was paramount if she had any hope of moving on with her day. Reluctantly, she nabbed her phone from her purse and put it on to charge, grabbed the change of clothes, and moved to the attached bathroom.
She paused at the doorway.
The room had more marble than downstairs. And that was saying something.
Laid out next to the sink was a brand-new toothbrush, and a brown bamboo basket filled with lotions and shampoos, razors…anything a girl could need. Even, thank goodness, contact lens solution.
If this was Linx’s aftercare program, she should just give in, get laid, and sign up now. Because she hadn’t even put out, and he was already taking better care of her than 90 percent of her other hookups.
There were makeup remover wipes, too. And not the normal kind from Walgreens, either. These were the kind that you had to go to Sephora to buy.Sephora!
He had to have a housekeeper because there was no way a guy like him had ever been to a Sephora. She glanced from the deep claw foot bathtub to the bubble bath peeking from the side of the basket.
No, she couldn’t possibly do that. She’d already slept in his bed. She wouldn’t open a brand-new jar of bubble bath, too. He’d need that for the aftercare ofhisfuture hookups. Women who actually gave him something in return for the use of all of this finery.
The thought of Linx and hookups that weren’t her made her stomach turn. Which was unacceptable.
“Bad Becca,” she muttered to herself. “No Linx.”
Nuh-uh. No Linx for her.
Reason number one? She didn’t want to mess things up for Brek. Reason number two—and really, the only one that mattered—she didn’t want to mess things up for her.
Didn’t want her heart to accidentally get involved because that would equal a whole lot of responsibility.
She took a shower, but she didn’t enjoy it. Mostly because she set it to lukewarm, so she didn’t get too comfortable. Getting comfortable in Linx’s house was one step toward being comfy around the man himself. If she did that, there would definitely be issues. Issues that even his impressive aftercare program wouldn’t be able to solve.
Once she finished in the shower, she didn’t blow dry her hair. That would imply that she was trying to impress him. She absolutely, most definitely wasnottrying to impress him.
So, yes, on with the wet hair and Dimefront tee. No to any makeup. There had been several samplers included in the basket. Of course, there were.
Gibson met her in the hallway and purred at her feet as soon as she stepped from the room.
“Coffee’s in here,” Linx hollered from down the stairs.
