Maya in my life from this day forward, though? No way would I ever be bored.
“Maya, you’re being a little…unreasonable.”
She scowls at me. “Crazy. You were about to say crazy, then you changed your mind.”
I shrug, grinning. “You said it, not me. But you’re standing over there when there’s a perfectly
comfortable couch right here, waiting for your very lovely ass to sit on it.”
I love the rise of her blush over her cheeks and how she ducks her head in a mix of embarrassment
and pleasure at my compliment. The woman is pure sex, and she has no idea.
“We should go to my apartment,” she mumbles, carefully crossing her arms and tucking her
fingertips in her armpits.
“I’ve been dreaming of having you back in my space. Now that you’re here, you want to go?
Nothing broke. It’s fine.”
“It is not fine!” she whisper-yells. “Everything in here is so expensive. What happens when I trip
again, or sneeze or something, andanothermillion-dollar painting falls off the wall?”
A laugh escapes, and I quickly cover it with a cough at her glare. “Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just,
you’re worrying over nothing, the painting is fine.” The frame cracked a bit. Not that I would ever let
her know that, but it’s fine. My stomach did drop a bit when it hit the floor, but that’s it. I’m not one to
put stuff over the people I love.
There’s that word again. Love. It seems to be popping up a lot lately.
“I’d really like you comfortable in my space, Maya. How do I make that happen? What will it
take to convince you to get out of the corner?”
She scowls and drops her arms, staring around my living room, cataloging the dark walls and
thick curtains. I think the designer called it a lush, masculine space. I don’t really know what that
means, just that I walk in here, and it feels like me.
And having Maya in here makes it even better.
If only she’d come out of the damned corner.
“This place is too nice for me. It’s way above my pay grade. So I can’t imagine sitting in here and
not worrying about how much everything costs.”
“How the hell did this become my life?” I groan and roll my shoulders to ease the tension. “I like
nice things. I think you’ve realized that. I can afford it, so why the hell not, right? Except now there’s
this woman that I really like, and all this shit is backfiring. Why is this such a big problem? My
