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She blows out a breath. “This. I don’t understand this.”
“Let me recap for you. You started as my assistant. We were forced to work together on a campaign. The attraction was immediate. At least for me. We wanted to roll around in the sheets together. Last night we did, and it was fucking phenomenal, so we’re going to continue rolling around in the sheets together.”
“So we’re just fuck buddies?”
I hadn’t really thought about that. “No. You’re not just some woman I’m going to call for a good time.”
“Then what am I?”
“Do we have to classify it? I like you. I really like sleeping with you. Can’t we go from there?”
“Okay, fine. You’re so touchy. Are you always so touchy?” She smiles, changing the subject.
I can’t tell her I want to start dating. I mean, I don’t date. I’m not going to answer to anyone where I’m going and what I’m doing every second of the day. Though I don’t think she’d expect that. She said herself she doesn’t want to date anyone until she’s established.
“I like to touch you. Now, let’s make out until we leave for the airport.”
Her stomach rumbles.
“On second thought. Breakfast?” I rest my forehead on hers.
“Yeah.” Annie gets off my lap, grabs her bag. She looks around the room and some emotion crosses her face, but I can’t read what she’s thinking.
To my surprise, I find that bothers me. This is new territory for me. Usually I don’t care what women are thinking. Was our one night together enough for Annie? Was it enough for me?
I’d be a fool to even think that though. I knew one night wouldn’t be enough even before we slept together. Isn’t that the entire reason I waited until the need to have her was unbearable before I made my move?
* * *
We eatbreakfast then hop on the plane.
Annie insists on sitting across from me in case the flight attendant says something to our boss about us. We’re lucky she didn’t see our kiss last night.
Midflight, I text her.
Me: This is your opportunity to join the mile-high club.
When her phone vibrates, she picks it up then stares at me as if I’m boring her. I’m already laughing by the time she slides it open and reads the message.
Annie: Who’s to say I’m not already a member?
That’s not what I want to hear. At all.
Me: Not cool.
She checks her phone, not looking at me.
Annie: I told you, we’re strictly professional except behind closed doors.
Me: Good thing the bathroom has a door.
She huffs and I chuckle, picking up my scotch now that Annie’s letting me drink again.
Annie: Not going to happen.
Me: Come home with me.
Annie: No.
