Instead of leaving, Drew takes a few steps and glances around.“Great view.”
Oh, my god.
Leave.He needs to leave.
“Thank you.”I drop my purse on the side table and wait.Surely if I let this get awkward, he’ll get the hint and leave.
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Shit.
I cross the room, my flats sounding on the wooden floors, and try to get inside his head.Perhaps he’s worried about my expectations.
“Drew, last night was great.Amazing.I won’t say nice.”
“Small miracles.”
“Or include the word small.”
We both smirk at one another.
“Honestly, we don’t have to talk about it.You can—”
“We should.”
“It’s not necessary.It was nothing—”
“Bullshit.”Determined dark eyes lock with mine as my heart rate speeds up, and a hammering sound fills my ears.
What does he mean bybullshit?
This can’t be anything.We decided.
Didn’t we?
“Okay,” I say slowly.“It wasn’t nothing.Clearly, it was something.Enjoyable, wonderful sex.And—”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Drew runs a hand through his hair, causing his lovely biceps to bulge.He wears a pair of Ralph Lauren caramel-colored chinos and a Brunello Cucinelli blue polo shirt, looking every inch the casual billionaire who just stepped off his private jet.
Which he did.
“What?”I blink.
“Enjoyable sex.Gemma, you were upset last night.The moment I walk out the door, your brain is going to start thinking and worrying.So, let’s do this.Let’s talk.”
Oh, ah, no thanks.
“I was tired.I’m stressed.”I throw up my arms lightheartedly.“I’m a single mom trying to pivot in her life after selling her company.It’s fine.I don’t need flowers or for you to walk me home.I’m a married woman—”
“Widowed.”
“Please stop cutting me off.”
Drew closes the gap, his hand landing possessively on my hip.“We have some big days ahead of us.I want to make sure you are okay.That you are prepared—”
