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He ignored my suggestion and flopped on the floor instead, his long legs crossed as he scrolled through our notes.
“You know, for someone who hates marketing and business and all the things that go along with a business, you are pretty decent at it.”
Liam snorted. “I didn’t say I didn’t like business. I just sometimes wonder what I’m doing at Leden.”
“How is that any different?”
“Leden was my father’s. It probably should’ve gone to Tanner, but the lucky bastard opted for medical school. Sam is way too busy doing what Sam does to learn about the real estate industry. That means that Leden is mine, and I’m going to make it into something great.”
“And hopefully something you enjoy, too?” I poked at his hip with my toe. “All work and no play makes Liam a dull boy.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be happy that I’ve been dull lately?”
“I was just saying,” I mumbled into my arm.
“If I’d known all it took was some greasy takeout to win you over, I would’ve insisted on it last week in my office.” His eyes were dark.
I gulped, watching his long, elegant fingers fly across the keypad.
Liam broke first, turning back to his notes. “I’m not sure what I would’ve done if I hadn’t taken on Leden. I used to resent the fact I didn't get a choice. Total spoiled child shit. I get it.”
I sat up so I could brush my fingers over his shoulder. The thick muscle there jumped at my touch. “I’m sorry, Liam.. I got really lucky with Grove Communications being my dream job. I can’t imagine being trapped somewhere else.”
He looked up at me, wetting his lips. Shit. When had we gotten so close again? I leaned back quickly, drawing a quick smile from him. He closed his laptop.
“So what do you want to do now?”
To my surprise, Liam snagged the remote from the couch arm and flipped it on, selecting Netflix and settling his shoulders back against the couch. I must’ve given him a look, because he rolled his eyes at me.
“You can’t pick my brain, stuff me with food, and then kick me out. I demand at least thirty minutes of trash TV before I go home. Or manage to fit in the back of the car for that matter.” He slapped his perfectly flat stomach.
“No way, sir. I didn't sign on to entertain you.”
“But you’re my girlfriend.”
“Yes, a very fake one. Who prefers to spend her evenings alone or with the fine gentlemen of Crime TV.”
“You’re kidding me, right? That’s really what you are planning on doing? I thought you were bluffing when you said all that stuff about being a homebody and knitting.”
“Do I need to get out the needles as proof? Because I can. You and Cici are both getting scarves for Christmas.”
Liam let his head fall back, rich laughter ringing from his chest. Instead of answering, he simply threw a blanket over his legs then held one end of it open for me to scoot closer.
Narrowing my eyes, I inched towards him. A combination of gravity and old couch cushions meant that while I tried to simply sit beside him, I ended up shifting closer and closer until my cheeks were practically on his lap.
Again.
The memory of the day in the park, the heat of this hands, the way his mouth moved over my skin, made me flush. I didn’t dare look over at him while Liam scrolled around for something to watch.
His choice, he claimed. As he was the guest.
“And you are… Oh my God You’re a nerd.” His face transformed into mock horror as he scrolled my recent streaming, documentary after documentary splashed with some true crime shows.
I rolled my eyes.
“I watch them to fall asleep,” I said, crossing my arms.
Liam’s face, so close to mine, smiled widely. “Well, there’s no end goal other than to be put to sleep by these. And how do you not have nightmares after watching these, wondering what happened to the victims?”
