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“Not really. I’m only in contact with Mum, and it’s to pay the rent and the bills. The conversation doesn’t stretch past that.”
“What if we go to the house? Try going together again, or maybe your mum could come here. Have dinner with us, and then we can see if the girls want to join too, eventually.”
I feel his heart quicken, the only tell that this conversation means anything to him. “I don’t think that would change a thing. But thank you.”
I smooth my hand across his chest, trying to ease the tension building there. “Well, the offer is open for as long as you keep putting up with me.”
“You’ll get rid of my sorry ass long before I’ll be done with you, Lowell.” He links our fingers, and I stare at them as he dusts his thumb down and then around my cuticle.
“You were such a hard-ass that day we met in the lift. I hated you a little bit.”
He sniggers. “I was. Although I’m pretty sure you fancied me.”
“You told me I looked like a hippy.”
“Fuck, I did.” He chuckles.
“But you also held my hand. I didn’t know it was you at the time, but the way it made me feel was… safe, maybe.” I drop my hand and fiddle with his shirt button absentmindedly. “It was the first time I’d been in complete darkness and not felt alone.”
There’s silence for a couple of seconds, and then he rolls us, lying on his side, his body shadowing mine. “You want to know a secret, Baby Lowell?”
I tilt my neck back, locking eyes with him. “What?”
“I was a little bit obsessed with you from the minute you walked into that elevator with your eyes closed. You were unexpected. A welcome distraction, and fuck if you didn’t distract me.”
“Imagine I took a different elevator. Imagine what would’ve happened if the Irish man had sent me away from you.”
His large palm covers my stomach, smoothing up and over my left breast, fingers splaying. “Mason would’ve invited you to the gala, and I would’ve run into you there.” He gives me a look that says,Final. No doubt about it.
“I wouldn’t have phoned him. If you hadn’t been there, I would’ve just gone home. He rarely answered the phone for me back then, and I knew better than to disappoint myself even trying.”
Lance squeezes my desperately heavy breast, my nipples pebbling. “Scarlet Lowell, will you stop trying to tear out our pages, please? You’ll maim me.”
“Yeah, well, you maimed me with that hippy comment.” I fight my smile, pulling away from him when he laughs. I stand, watching him lying on his back. “Did you ever get rid of the gifts I got you from Nells?”
He tucks his hands behind his head and smiles up at me. “They’re in my bedroom drawer at home. Why?”
“I’m just curious.” I kick his shoe. “You really couldn’t fit yourself inside the penis extender, huh?”
“What do you think?” he challenges, cocksure. A look he’s earned after the multiple orgasms he’s given me.
“I think we should go back to Nells and get you a bigger size.”
“Bigger?”
“I want more.”
He tilts his head, a dangerous glint in his eye. I crave it. The promise in it. “More?”
I nod, and he stands, taking his jacket with him as he moves.
“Home. Now.”
“You’re staying?” I ask with a sarcastic frown, walking backward. He’s stayed over every night this week. He even hung a few of his favourite suits in my wardrobe and filled one of my drawers with casual clothes.
He reaches for me, lifting me into his arms and spinning me in circles. “Whether you like it or not.”
I throw my head back and laugh as we spin, the fresh night air carrying me away to the place I love most. “Like it,” I tell him. I smile when he laughs with me, spinning us faster as I throw my hands out, trusting that he’ll catch me. “I like it!”
