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“I told you.” Holt licked his lips, stepping closer to take my hand. “I’m always serious about you, Taylor.”
I melted, clutching his hand tighter as I croaked, “I’m sorry I overreacted about Axel. I didn’t think you—I thought maybe he’d decided to come here to get rid of the human problem.”
Holt shook his head. “You’re the furthest thing from a problem, Taylor.”
A beaming smile stretched my mouth as he leaned in to kiss me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. When we eventually broke apart, I was still smiling.
“So when do you want me to start?”
“Tomorrow.” Holt was busy trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
I laughed. “Well, I’ll have to work my two weeks’ notice after resigning—”
“Fuck that,” Holt mumbled against my neck. “Just quit. Walk out. Tell them all to kiss your ass.”
A little frisson of nervous excitement filled my belly at the thought of doing just that.
“I can’t,” I breathed, trying not to get distracted as Holt’s tongue danced over my earlobe before he gave it a gentle suck. “Can I?”
“Yes, you fucking can. And I’ve changed my mind. You won’t start here tomorrow. You’re going to take a week off, and we’re going to spend every day alternating between the bed and the hot tub at my place before coming to watch the wrestling at night.” He kissed his way across my cheek to my mouth. “You’re going to spend the majority of the week naked, Mr. Hough. You deserve a break. You deserve to be spoiled for a while. And I am going to spoil the fuck out of you.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.” He kissed me again, eyes dark. “And I can’t fucking wait.”
I tugged him into another firm kiss, still grinning against his mouth, then pulled back to laugh. “So I’m… I’m quitting tomorrow. I’m actually quitting HutSec.”
I didn’t know if I’d actually have the courage to quit on the spot, to walk out and never go back, but the idea of it was really fucking nice. And empowering as hell. But also totally terrifying.
“We should celebrate.” Holt grinned at me mischievously.
I grinned back. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”
His smile widened and grew wicked. “I think you know.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The Morning After
Spoiler: Holt’s idea of celebrating wasn’t sex, surprisingly.
It was champagne. A lot of champagne.
I tried to point out that maybe we should wait to get drunk until I’d actually quit, but he’d already bought a ridiculous number of bottles in the hopes that I’d accept his job offer. Of course, after I learned that, I couldn’t say no.
We popped open the first bottle and ordered Thai food for dinner. Larkin appeared just seconds after it had been delivered, as if he’d been able to sniff it out from the other end of the building. Seb and Axel joined us too, and the sight of the time-fucker didn’t make me nervous anymore. Maybe because Holt and I were guzzling champagne like we were being paid to drink it.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, to be honest. When I woke up the next morning, shaky and nauseated with Holt’s dead weight draped over me and his jet engine snores in my ear, I didn’t even remember that I was going to be quitting HutSec at first.
Not until Holt rolled over in his sleep with a snort, sprawled naked across the bed, and I saw that someone—who was I kidding, it had to have been me, no doubt at his insistence—had scrawled, “Fuck HotSex Corp” on his stomach in permanent marker.
There was also yellow cake frosting on the corner of his mouth. And in his pubes. I sat up with a shaky breath and looked around, my eyes barely open. Our clothes were strewn all over my bedroom. There was a sparkly gold top hat by the door. An empty bottle of champagne on the nightstand. A towel smeared in pink-and-green body glitter hanging off the end of the bed.
What the fuck had we done this time?
Fumbling for my phone, I squinted at the time and groaned silently when I saw it was only six a.m. I felt far too horrendous to attempt going back to sleep, so I crawled out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom.
Someone had drawn a giant dick in pink lipstick on the mirror. I didn’t own any lipstick, so fuck knew where we’d got our hands on it. My complexion was sickly and grey when I stared at my face through the lipstick dick. There was glitter in my hair and a lipstick kiss on my cheek.
