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Shit, woman, you're supposed to be professional. That was difficult with my panties as wet as they were.
I hauled my brain back onto solid ground and held up a clipboard full of paper, most blank.
"I wrote down some ideas." I held up the board and focused on his face. I stared at that too, until I felt myself blush.
"Great," he said, "come in."
At least I think that was what he said. He might have mentioned purple hippos dancing in grass skirts for all I knew.
I stepped inside and followed him from the neat foyer, to the living area.
Just as I guessed, he had a view across the beach and the bay beyond. The lake sparkled brighter than any diamond I ever saw, even under the cloud cover. It must look incredible when the sun was out.
Huge sliding glass doors were open to a wide balcony. The furniture which sat out there looked comfortable if not new.
Inside the penthouse was the same. Nothing was ragged or broken, but it looked lived in.
Well-loved.
The kitchen was almost new, maybe a year or two old.
A big sectional filled the living area, but it was dominated by a TV almost the size of a movie screen.
"You really like to watch stuff." Good job, Grace. I could have kicked myself for saying something so dumb. I really needed to stop thinking with the brain in my panties and use my head instead. I reminded myself he wasn't interested and let the blush fade from my face.
I thought Bam would laugh me out the door. Instead, he chuckled.
"Yeah, everyone says that. I like to immerse myself in a movie from time to time. Or watch a good game. I don't miss anything on that." He waved me toward a seat and flopped down beside me.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
"So, my ideas." I all but shoved the board at him.
He had to grab it before I pressed it right into his stomach. It would probably have bounced off his abs and hit me in the head anyway.
That would be my luck. I could imagine my friends laughing when I told them how I got the big lump on my forehead.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Uh, that's okay. Good to see you're—um—enthusiastic." He held the board in one hand and skimmed the first page. "Hey, you've got some great ideas here. You've taken the whole ugly jumper theme and run with it."
"Every kid should have one," I said. If I had to wear one, then everyone did. I wasn't going to suffer alone. No way.
"Grandpa's knitting circle is happy to make as many of them as they can in the time we have." Grandpa was one of only two men in his knitting circle, but no one ever held it against him. Grandma hated the craft, but she was always supportive of him. Especially when he kept her in new jumpers.
"We'll have to buy the rest," I said. "Ashley is looking into it."
"If anyone can find ugly stuff, it's her," Bam said. He blinked. "I mean, she has amazing taste, but she knows people. Y'know?"
"Yes, I know," I said quickly. "She has great taste, particularly in friends."
"That's true." He smiled like a preening cock. The feathered kind, that was. Although, the fleshy kind looked that smug from time to time. His probably…
Stop thinking about his cock, I shouted the words to myself in my own head. It almost worked.
He leaned forward to place the board on the table. "So, about the other night."
I sat back and held up my hands. "It's okay, no need to explain. We all get carried away from time to time. I know it didn't mean anything."
