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“Leave it at the desk,” I say, my tone stern.
“You’re no fun.”
“Bye,” I sing, then hang up.
Declan stands behind me, his hands fall on my shoulders, and he massages them. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
I glance up, offering him a smile. “You were too cute.”
A brow lifts in acquisition. “There’s nothing cute about me, doll. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you I’m a scary asshole.”
“You are cute. When you snore with your mouth all open and drool coming out.”
He snorts. “No way.Youwere the one snoring.”
I clutch my heart. “Wow. That’s the second time I’ve heard that. What is it with yourudemen? Lying is not okay.”
His eyes cloud with an emotion I try to identify, but it’s gone before I can. That deep rumble he somehow pulls from his chest sounds, and I stiffen in the seat. “No talk of other men.”
“Jealous?”
He reaches over me to grab a strawberry from the fruit bowl. “No.Possessive. I’m not sharing you with thoughts of another man. You’re fucking mine, even if only until tomorrow night.”
My heart stops.I’m his.Oh, fuck me. We’re both screwed come tomorrow night.
He moves to pull out a chair and sits beside me. I hate the way I lean into him naturally, needing the warmth of his touch, even if it’s just the rubbing of our thighs together. I turn to him, and oh, the butterflies flutter deep in my belly when he makes eye contact with me. This isn’t supposed to be happening, yet here we are.
“What?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“So Veronica is bringing you clothes?”
I nod.
“You live with her?”
“I do. When I first hired her, she was looking for a place and I had the room. I paid her enough to afford her own place, but she didn’t have the credit to be approved on her own.”
He pours himself a coffee, then refills mine. “That was generous.”
I shrug. “I have this huge house and the room. Plus, it makes work way easier. And she gets to take care of the dog when I do stupid things, like agree to go home with a scary, pierced dick dude.”
He narrows his gaze at me. “You just said I was cute.”
I pat his cheek. “You are.” I laugh at his dramatic eye roll. “I need to make these calls so I can set up the cake tasting.”
He twirls a strand of my hair on his finger. “Okay. We’re going to lunch.”
“Lunch? In public?” A hot flash is on the precipice, making me feel nauseous.
“Yes.”
“I thought . . .” I chew on my lip. “You don’t want to stay in?”
Declan shakes his head. He peers at me over the lip of the coffee mug. “How boring would that be?”
I open my mouth, but I’m not sure exactly what to say, so I snap it shut.
