“I get that.” I walk over and wrap my arms around her.
“Why are you still naked?” Molly presses against my chest.
“Just giving you the chance to take advantage of me again,” I tell her.
“Mmm, tempting. However, I will resist the urge to climb you like a monkey and go wild.” Molly pushes away from me.
“I suggest you don’t resist at all,” I say, and then the door opens. “Expecting someone?”
“It’s Angus. You need to put clothes on.” Molly shoves me into the bedroom, and I get a glimpse of Angus’s face right before she closes the door.
I rip the towel off, slide my sweats up my legs, and put my shoes on. Opening the door, I walk out to find Molly and Angus whispering about something before his eyes land on me.
“Oh, I get it now, Mol.” He whistles as his eyes rake over my body.
“Alfie…” Molly groans at me. “You, don’t look.” She points at Angus before she storms in my direction and pushes me back into the bedroom.
I watch as she then walks around the bed, bending to look under it and picking up the blankets that had fallen off.
“What are you looking for?” I ask her.
“Found it.” She stands and holds up my shirt. “You can’t just walk around like that in front of people.”
“Like what?” I glance down at myself.
“Shirtless, Alfie. It’s… Well, you just can’t,” she says.
“Okay.” I catch the shirt as she throws it at me.
“I don’t like that my assistant,my friend, is currently out there having fantasies about you and now he knows just how good that body looks naked.”
“You do know he’s not a threat to you, right?” I laugh. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I have a type and it’s people with vaginas.”
“Good to know I just have to be threatened by everyone with a vagina then,” she grunts.
“That’s not what I meant,” I tell her, yanking my shirt over my head.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re free to do what and who you want, Alfie. I don’t have a claim on you. We’re not a thing so… it doesn’t even matter.”
“What if we were?”
“Were what?”
“A thing? What if you did have a claim on me?” My heart hammers in my chest. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t do relationships. I don’t want a relationship. But I do want her. Fucking hell.
“We can’t be a thing.” Molly shakes her head.
“Why the fuck not?” Rejection does not feel good. It’s also not something I’ve ever had to endure. What the fuck is this shit?
“Because you’re going to end up hating and resenting me when I get those buildings in your so-called city,” she says, sounding so sure of herself.
“Ifyou got those buildings, I’d be fucking proud as shit that you could actually do it,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t resent you for it.”
“You say that now, but you would.” Molly opens the door and walks back out to the living room.
I follow after her. “What are you doing today?”
Angus glances up from the sofa. “You made him put a shirt on? Really, Molly? We could have negotiated that view into my employment agreement as some kind of bonus.”
