Both men laugh.
But my earlier joy at watching all this is replaced by a certain amount of dread. It’s a sweet torture being around Rush in the office.
In my apartment, everything is more intimate, and more…personal. And now Emma has invited him over for another evening of sweet pain.
I feel my nipples peak in my shirt, and I hunch my shoulders trying to hide them.
It would be so much easier to keep our relationship professional if I just had a little room to breathe.
“Thank you both so much,” I say with a thin smile that I’m sure doesn’t reach my eyes, “but I’m sure Emma and I can get Birdie settled.”
“Nonsense,” Rush straightens, his gaze holding mine. “I’ll help and I can order us some dinner too.”
“You don’t have to do that. And besides, I’m the assistant. Isn’t it my job to bring you food?”
He laughs and I feel my nipples stiffen further, that ache pulsing between my thighs. “You saved my ass this weekend. The least I can do is take care of dinner.”
It’s hard to argue with that, though I’d like to try. Then again, I’ve never been one for confrontation.
The elevator stops, the doors open, as Killian picks up the box and Rush takes Emma’s hand.
I step out first, leading the way to my apartment. Which is the exact moment that Gris appears from Rush’s apartment doors.
“How’s the bird?” he asks.
“We’re moving him into his new home,” Emma answers. “Want to see?”
My brow furrows. “How does Gris know about Birdie?”
“He was touring the daycare when the bird hit the glass,” Rush answers, taking my key from my hand. “When the daycare couldn’t reach you, he called me.”
“Oh,” I answer, shaking my head. Rush opens the door and next thing I know, all three Smith brothers file into my apartment.
I’ve seen the other names on the letterhead. There is Triston Smith, CEO of their Las Vegas holdings. There is Ryker Smith, who is in acquisitions. And then there is Lord Winston Smith, the Duke of Grandmont and founder of Smith Brothers Real Estate.
But as much as my apartment is perfect for me and Emma, adding in three large men makes it tight. “It’s a good thing no more of your brothers are in New York,” I mutter as Killian and Emma open the box. “This apartment wouldn’t hold them.”
“We’d just move you into a larger one,” Rush casually answers, as I sit down on the couch.
Does he know how odd that sounds? But I don’t tell him as I reach down and rub one of my ankles. A full day in three-inch heels, that included some running, has worn my feet out. Rush sits next to me, and leans over, like he heard me, and starts to pull the first shoe off my foot.
But the feel of his hands on my skin has me tensing all over again. I try to pull out of his grasp, but he holds tight, removing the shoe. A little sigh escapes my lips, and I lean back on the cushion, it feels so good to have it off.
He takes off my other shoe, his hand smoothing over my skin. My feet are so tired. The rest of me is tired too.
A full week of work, then working through the weekend, has worn me out and it’s only Monday.
Of course, it might help if I was sleeping.
I keep having sexy dreams that feature my boss. Even more awkward when he leans close, his chest touching my arm. “Emma will be fine for one minute if you want to change.”
“I do,” I groan out, rubbing the spot between my brows.
“Go,” he replies, his hand coming under me to give me a little push up and off the couch.
Both Gris and Killian are on the floor, setting up the cage with Emma.
“Want a salad?” Rush asks as I head to my bedroom.
