“You’re supposed to feel sorry for me.” That was how I was going to get what I wanted.
He was a brat and huffed. “I packed up half your household shit so you don’t have to go back, and plied you with so much chocolate you’re going to pop, and you’re feeling good enough to manipulate me.”
Shoot...I’d pushed my luck.
“Fine.” Work first, sex second. “I’d have grabbed less stuff if I’d known I was going to be punished.”
Rohan was still feeling very bratty and snorted.
“Bullshit.” But he was cute when he kissed my forehead, so I couldn’t hold it against him. “You take the notebooks to your office and start putting them away. I’ll bring in another load.”
I was going to sigh and pout before I did it, but he stopped me with a glare. “And if you’re good about it, that will make me feel much more generous when it comes to having sex with mydrunk as a skunkauthor.”
Aww. I was his author.
“Of course I’m going to be good about it. I’m a grown-up and very responsible.” I should’ve just stuck with the first part...Rohan snorted so loudly as he walked out the door, he sounded like he was going to have an alien baby through his nose.
He was so ridiculous it made me feel better for sighing and shaking my head. He’d made me do it. Yep, that meant I was still being good and was going to get drunk fucked into next week. That would definitely make up for everything.
Fucking gremlins.
Nope. I wasn’t going to think about that.
I had a house to decorate and notebooks to put away and then drinks to make. That wouldn’t take long and then we’d have fun.
Okay, well, it shouldn’t have taken long...but somehow it did.
“I think...I think that small group of little vases on the living room shelves should go here.” A quick glance at Rohan to make sure he was nodding and not thinking about telling me no had my heart rate slowing down again.
Somehow talking about it in the abstract was easy but looking at pictures made my heart try to jump out of my chest.
I was pretty sure he’d find that startlingly unhealthy, so I was trying to do my best to hide it. But I wasn’t sure it was working because he kept stroking my back.
Cheater.
“What about those old books?” Rohan leaned closer and pointed to a cluster of books on the left-hand side of the screen. The tablet was small, but it wasn’t too hard to show him what I wanted since the other option was for me to actually go back to the house.
I wasn’t doing that, so I was making sure this system worked, and I wasn’t even being a pain in the ass about waiting for my alcohol and shenanigans.
“I think those would be great in my office. I never had the room to put those in the other one.” Stuff had accumulated way too easily, and unfortunately it’d been my fault, not the gremlins’. “Honestly, you know me well enough that I’m confident you’ll make good decisions.”
Studying me, Rohan nodded after a few seconds. “Alright. I’ll handle it.”
Thank God.
“Are you sure?” Yes, couldn’t sound too happy or he’d start using theTword again. Therapy. Ugh, just imagining it made me want to pout. “I don’t mind helping.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie but he didn’t make me prove it. “No, I’ve got it.”
Perfect.
“Alright. Just let me know if that changes, though.” Subtle. Relaxed. “Anything else?”
I thought I looked calm and reasonable, but Rohan sighed and took the tablet out of my hand to set it on the coffee table. “Kneel for me.”
Shoot.
That was hisI’m going to take care of youface.
