“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little gruff. He cleared his throat. “Sounds good.”
“Okay, then.” I put my hand on his shoulder and hopped up on my tiptoes to brush one last kiss on his gorgeous cheekbone. Then I headed for the elevator. When I was just about to push the button, I turned back.
Ashley was still standing there, watching me, his hands jammed into the front pockets of his pants.
And maybe it was selfish of me, since making him hard right now was probably just making him uncomfortable… but I really, really didn’t want him to leave.
“Hey, Ashley. Do you want to see something?”
A smile spread across his face.
* * *
“I thought you had to work tomorrow,” Ashley said, as he followed me off the elevator and we headed up the hall.
“Yeah, well.” I tossed a smile over my shoulder. “Who needs sleep?”
I led him up the stairs to the roof and pushed open the door. Ashley followed me out and when he saw the view, he whistled.
“Wow. Nice view.”
“I know.” I shut the door behind us and grabbed his hand, drawing him over to my favorite corner of the roof.
We were only seven stories up, but we could see city skyline to the west, and a slice of water and the dark shapes of the mountains to the north. I loved my view. I grew up in Vancouver, but that mountain view would never get old.
I had this exact same view from my apartment on the fifth floor. But up here, the view was better.
I picked up two lawn chairs from a stack of them that lay on the rooftop and unfolded them, setting the weatherbeaten old chairs side-by-side. “Have a seat.” I sat down and gestured to the chair next to me. “Hands to myself, I promise.”
“Your hands aren’t the only things causing trouble here,” he informed me, his gaze raking down my body as he sat down.
“I’ll stay a solid five feet away at all times.”
“You’re about two feet away right now, so I call bullshit on that.”
“My intentions are pure,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes.
“What is it they say about the road to hell…?”
I laughed. “Are you saying hanging out with me is hell?”
“I’m saying if you were there, babe, hell might not be so bad.”
I grinned like an idiot. “You really are a romantic, Ashley Player.”
“You know, I really think I am. I don’t get enough credit for that.”
“You should.”
“I was kidding,” he said.
I smiled at him. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
He looked out toward the water. “So this is what you wanted to show me, huh?”
“It’s the best view this building has to offer.”
“That’s not true,” he said, and looked at me again.
