Page 143 of Unsuitable

His hand swats my bum on the way out. I flash him a grin over my shoulder.

Then, I bolt down the stairs to answer the door. I swing it open. “Hey. Sorry. I was upstairs…cleaning…the toilet.”

Cleaning the toilet? Why couldn’t I have said I was cleaning the bath or shower? I guess the saving grace is that I didn’t say I was just cleaning the inside of Kas’s mouth with my tongue.

“Hi, Daisy.” Toby smiles at me.

Returning his smile, I step aside, letting him in. I close the door behind us.

I lead the way to the kitchen where we usually have our appointment.

“Coffee?” I ask.

Toby takes his usual seat at the kitchen table. “Please.”

I set about making coffee, wondering if Kas will want some.

He’ll probably come down. But he might be showering right now.

Wet Kas. Naked, wet Kas.

And, now, my mind is running wild with a naked Kas and all the things we did last night and all the things he did to me.

I can feel my skin start to burn up.

Stop thinking sex thoughts about Kas, or Toby will notice that something is off.

“So, how is everything?” Toby asks me.

“Great!” The word squeaks out, so I go for a quick subject change. “Biscuits?” I ask him.

“You know me”—he chuckles—“can’t say no to a biscuit.”

Yeah, just like I can’t say no to a very hot Greek man upstairs. Not that I’d ever want to say no to Kas. God, the things that man can do with his tongue.

As if conjuring him up, he appears in the kitchen. Barefoot, wearing light-blue jeans and a gray V-neck sweater, his hair damp from the shower. He looks seriously hot.

“Good morning, Kas.” Toby smiles at him.

“Morning.” The deep timbre of his voice ripples through me.

This man was inside me only hours ago.

Jesus.

I grab the biscuits tin and carry it over to the table, trying to avoid all eye contact with Kas. I’m fairly sure that, if I look at him, I’ll give the game away, and Toby will know that we’ve had sex.

“No uniform today?” Toby says as I put the biscuit tin on the table.

“Um, what?” I glance down at my clothes.

Fuckity fucking shit.

I have on the jeans and top I came in last night. I always have my uniform on when Toby sees me.

Oh God.

“Casual Friday,” I blurt out.