“Tomorrow then,” I say. I drag a finger up his crack as I push myself up to my feet and stare down at his bent form, his ass red from my fingers digging into him, his shirt rumpled and half up his back.
He looks perfectly destroyed.
“You owe me an apology,” I say, my hands reaching down to help him stand. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I know the storm is upon us. “For falsification of records.”
He does so on wobbly legs, his entire body shaking from the intensity of it all.
“Never,” he breathes, and I stare down at those sassy lips.
“I’ll just have to take you to court then.”
His fingers move up to my shirt, and his trembling hands hold on to me.
“I’ll win.”
My lips brush against his, just a whisper of a promise.
“We’ll see.”
His demeanor is cold the next day, his body stiff and aloof. He looks more put-together than he did when he first set foot on this project.
Not a hair is out of place.
I ignore it, pretending nothing happened, like I didn’t get on my knees the night before and lick his slick like a starving man.
The only good thing is my brain seems to be back on track, and I’m not seeing people lurking in the shadows. A fabulous start to a workday.
“Morning,” I say, walking to the coffee machine and making myself a flat white. Never had one of these before, and as I sip at it, I realize I’ve been missing out.
Arbor is silent, not uttering a word.
I shrug it off, taking a seat across from him and watching him intently. His cheeks slowly turn pink, his fingers slipping on the keyboard.
“Stop staring at me,” he murmurs. “I mean it.”
I sip at my coffee once more.
“I’m just waiting for my instructions.”
He peers up at me and then back at the computer screen.
“We have the municipal building inspector coming by today.”
“Ah, yeah, Leona.”
He glances at me once more. “You know her?”
“Yeah, worked with her a few times. She’s good at what she does.”
“Of course she is.”
I wet my lips, and his eyes track the movement, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red.
“I’ll take care of it,” I add, and he nods. “Anything else?”
He slides a piece of paper across the table, and I stare at it. Another write-up.
My lips twitch, and I pick it up, my eyes taking in what’s scribbled there.
