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“Shouldn’t you be at work by now?” I motion to the time while I rummage through my bag, searching for something to wear.
“I snoozed my alarm. There was no way I was getting out of that bed if you were in it.”
His response is sweet, but that doesn’t help the situation.
“What can I do to help you?” he calls to my retreating back.
“Build a time machine!” I yell from the bathroom where I throw on my dress from Saturday before returning to his bedroom. I don’t have time to go home, so thankfully, my black dress from the wedding on Saturday is clean enough to wear.
“I’m thirty minutes late and have no clothes to wear.” I look around. “My underwear. Where are my underwear?”
Hunter emerges from the closet and hands me a pair of underwear.
My brows lift. “You have women’s underwear on hand?” I tease, but they’re the exact brand and style that I wear, same as the ones he had packed for me at The Plaza yesterday.
He smirks. “I had Jeannie order a few extra pairs.”
My heart skips a beat at his thoughtfulness. I’d kiss him if I didn’t think it would derail my exit.
“Thank you.” I quickly pull them on, grateful for clean underwear, then rush to grab my purse and phone.
“You should keep some things here,” Hunter says from behind me.
“I’m not keeping anything here. I’m never coming back here again. It’s like a black hole with no sense of time or space. I walk through the door and lose my ability to think straight.”
“I think your decision-making skills here are perfect.” He grins and for a moment, I’m sucked in again. Caught in the warm glow that is Hunter’s gorgeous smile until my brain sends an alert.
Stop staring at him and get moving!
“Goodbye,” I toss out as I exit the room, but Hunter follows.
“You’ll have to come back for your vases eventually.”
When my mouth drops open, his lips curve up in a sexy grin.
Gotcha.
He doesn’t say it, but I know what he’s thinking. He’s an evil genius who knows I have a weakness for vintage glassware and his hard cock. If I thought he offered to store the vases out of the kindness of his heart, I’d be wrong. He’s a fucking mastermind.
“What are you doing for the holiday weekend?” he asks, following me into the kitchen.
“Working.” I grab a banana and a bottle of water on the way through.
“On July Fourth? Nobody gets married on a Monday.”
“You’re right, I have Monday and Tuesday off.”
“Come with me to my family lake house at Lake George. It would just be the two of us.”
I’m already late, but I can’t seem to walk out the door. Hunter’s standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs, his hands above his head holding onto the door frame, every muscle in his body defined and rippling while he watches me devour the banana.
“I’ll think about it,” I grumble, tossing the peel into the compost bin. Hunter got one at my suggestion. It really was a swoon-worthy moment.
“I’ll have Jeannie send you a packing list.”
He pulls me in for a kiss that melts my panties and my annoyance with him. It makes me want to crawl back into bed with him and forget all my responsibilities, but I can’t, so I push him away and make a break for the door.
His deep chuckle is cut off by the thud of his front door closing behind me.
