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“I don’t know. Whatever you want is fine.”
“That’s not fair, you gotta at least give me a hint. Or we’re going to be one of those couples who argue for an hour before we just settle for the first thing we suggested anyway.”
“We are not a couple.” She huffs.
“Burgers? Pizza? Ice cream?”
She flashes me a look, but she cracks a small smile. “I think I’ve had enough ice cream lately. Although the key lime was so good. That and the coconut chip. Hard to decide which one I like better. Ugh. I am hungry if I’m rambling about ice cream flavors before noon.”
“All right. No ice cream for now. There’s a burger place close by that’s pretty good. And there’s a brewery that has wings and sandwiches downstairs. Beer is pretty damn good too.”
“No beer before we get all this done.” Another warning look.
“Yes, boss. Burgers? Wings?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the “boss” comment.
“You pick. I’ll eat either.”
“On it.” I nod and start rooting through the junk drawer for the takeout menus.
Lunch barely slows her down;she spends most of it on her phone flipping through the calendar she’s created for me and texting with Bea about some project they’re working on.
When we finish, she’s up on her feet, cleaning up the trash and the table.
“Here…” She pushes a stack of sweats and T-shirts toward me. “One of the sponsorships is for these loungewear outfits. They want candids of you around your house in them. I need to get them done this week so their PR person can okay them, and then we can post them in a few weeks.”
I hold a T-shirt up and eye it skeptically when I see how tiny it looks.
“These look small.”
“There are a couple of sizes there you can try on. Also… they’re supposed to be fitted. Your body is what’s going to sell them.”
“My body, eh?”
“Not like you don’t know how to make a thirst trap given your social media posts. I’m sure that was part of the draw for the company. Not letting all those muscles and tattoos go to waste. Go get changed.” Her eyes flash over my chest and arms before she shoos me away, and I hurry off to get changed.
Some days, like today, I wonder if sleeping with her might not be the secret to getting back in her good graces. It was one of the things she liked best about me, and I can’t imagine it would hurt my chances. Especially if her boyfriend is always going to be out of town. Must get a little lonely. The kind an ex-fiancé might know exactly how to cure.
When I get back into the living room though, she’s all business. Setting up a little scene in the corner with my leather chair and a side table. She’s staging it in front of the huge warehouse windows, testing her work by framing it with her work phone. I hear a message ping and when she opens it her brows go sky high.
“That where you want me?” I ask as I walk up to her, peeking over her shoulder to see an image of a topless woman. She startles at the sound of my voice.
“Jesus! You scared me.” She glares at me.
“What are you up to?” I give her a playful grin.
“Stupidly opening your DMs. Your inbox is a minefield of hate mail and tits right now.” She swipes the delete button on the message. She’s even less amused when I laugh.
“Sorry. That’s a pretty accurate description though, I guess. Did you need to delete that though? I might have wanted to chat with her.”
“You’re not chatting with women who send you unsolicited nudes.” She straightens my shirt, playing with the edge of the sleeve and then running her hands around the back like she’s a tailor testing the fit of it for herself. I’m just enjoying the way it feels to have her touch me again. We could do this all day if she wanted to do that.
“Who says it was unsolicited?” I just want to see if I can get a rise out of her.
“It better be. If you’re soliciting nudes, we’re about to have a whole other conversation.”
“I’m kidding, of course.”
