Page 58 of Unsuitable

“Thank you,” I say. Then, I can’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you take me home?”

He pins me with a stare that has me squirming in my chair. “Because I didn’t know where you lived. You passed out before telling me.”

“My address is on your employee records,” I challenge.

“Which are here.”

Oh. Yeah.

“How did I get to bed?”

He gives me a look that clearly states he thinks I’m dumb. “I carried you.”

“I was that out of it, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t think a bomb going off would’ve woken you up.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was funny, listening to you snore.”

“I don’t snore!” I say, aghast.

His lips curl up into a stunning smile, and he laughs.

A memory of me telling him yesterday that he had a beautiful laugh and that he should laugh more slips into my mind.

“Do I really snore?” I ask him.

He grins and nods. “Like a pig.”

I like that he’s smiling, so I don’t fight him on it. “Must’ve been the alcohol because I don’t snore normally.”

“Hmm…yeah, must’ve been.”

I can hear the laughter in his voice. It makes my heart swell.

I curl my fingers around his T-shirt and then remember waking up in it.

My face flushes. “Did you, um…” I bite my lip. “Undress me?” I wince on the words.

There’s a long silence.

I peek up through my lashes at him.

And I would be lying if I said that I didn’t see the flash of heat in his eyes. Or that I wasn’t affected by that flash of heat.

“I thought you’d be more comfortable in my T-shirt. But don’t worry, Daisy. I was the perfect gentleman. I barely looked at all.”

“But you did look a little.”

Oh my God. Did I actually just say that?

I want to die in my seat, but I force myself to hold steady and keep his gaze.

Kas’s expression doesn’t falter. Not even a flicker.

Then, his lip curls a little at the corner.