“I’d get it done. I hate my contacts.” She eyed the coffee.
“Help yourself.” He rose and grabbed a ceramic mug from the cupboard, handing it over to her. “Cream and sugar?”
“Both.” She nibbled at her bottom lip while he pulled out half-and-half and a little crock of sugar with a dainty spoon.
“If you want laser eye surgery, they’re your eyes. Your life. You wanna let somebody slice open your cornea with a laser, more power to you.”
She scoffed. “That’s not what they do.”
“Close enough.”
What had her holiday become now that she was barefoot in Linx’s soulless kitchen, preparing to eat protein pancakes he’d made for her?
“It’s just basic refractive surgery done with a minimally invasive laser to reshape the cornea. It’s notthatbig of a deal.” It wasn’t, she’d investigated.
“You’ve done your research on this.” He looked at her again like she was the most interesting person on the planet.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“Why don’t you do it if you want to?” He set his mug aside and focused his full, undivided attention on her.
“Because the surgery costs nearly as much as your mattress.” She dropped to the chair across from him. “Which costs more than my car.”
“Because my mattresses are awesome.”
“And now I have to buy one.” She tossed her hands to the side. Either that, or she’d have to convince Linx to let her come sleep in his guest bedroom every once in awhile.
“You elected to sleep on it.”
“You knew once I laid down I wouldn’t be able to leave.”
“That’s my evil genius plot.” A barely there, lopsided smile accompanied his dry words. “Perhaps, though, I had a suspicion. What with you sleeping on a freaking futon for who knows how long.”
Too long. One night on his mattress and she’d officially been sleeping on a freaking futon for too long. His phone buzzed, drawing his attention from her.
“Thanks to your exceptional gift of sleep, the scales between us are now unbalanced,” she said.
“They became unbalanced when I bought you a milkshake with sprinkles.” There was a subtle smolder in his tone. A smolder that had heat pooling at her core, and her skin tingling all over. “I guess I’ll have to decide how I want to cash out.”
“What are you thinking?” She didn’t mean for the last word to have a tinge of a squeak to it. Yet, there it was, all squeaky.
“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” He winked. He smoldered. And there was a definite eye canoodle.
Oh, she just bet they would figure something out. Except, no. Nope, she couldn’t sleep with a guy just because he had excellent mattresses and his aftercare was on pointe.
This time,hisphone rang. He frowned, clicked the side button to silence it, then tossed it on the table.
“We should probably be clear that I can’t have sex with you because you let me sleep here.” She forked a bite of pancake and lifted it right to the edge of her lips. “It’s against my ethical code.”
Or would be, if she really had one.
They’d have to have sex for other reasons.
“You’ll have sex with me because you want to. The rest has nothing to do with that.” That damn smolder nearly made her climb on the table and let him do whatever he wanted to her.
Her lips parted. And not because of the food. “You’re totally cracked, you know that?”
Then again, she was, too.
