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“I want to acclimate you to being with me so that you won’t be tempted by upper-crust country club boys.”
There’s enough sincerity in his tone that I believe him. “You think I would leave you for a ‘country club boy’?”
“You were dating one when I met you.”
“That doesn’t mean I’d leave you for one now.”
He wipes his fingers on a napkin before balling it into a wad. “We’re pretty new.”
“Every relationship starts out new. I’m game to make it last if you are.”
“Depends.” He reaches for another slice.
“On?”
“On how good the sex is in a few months.”
I punch him in the arm. He drops the pizza slice and tackles me before giving me a kiss. With his arms around me it’s easy not to worry about the future. As a chronic worrier, embracing his way of life is refreshing.
“Don’t go home,” he tells me.
“I have to work in the morning.”
“Yeah, and I saw you hang a dress in my closet.”
“That’s a sundress for wearing to a park or a summer concert.”
“And Mia would kick you out of the office for wearing it tomorrow?”
I say nothing, and he knows he has me.
“Live on the edge with me tonight. You’re already here. I don’t want you to go.”
With an invitation like that, there’s only one response. “All right, Fox. I’ll stay.”
Chapter 28
Catarina
It’s Monday morning and I’m lingering in the passenger seat of Barrett’s car like a besotted teenager who can’t leave her boyfriend behind.
The weekend was singular, the crown jewel belonging to last night. We went to bed and made love—slow and unhurried. I slept like the dead and woke this morning refreshed. I slept in, too, which is why a mediocre coffee from the break room is in my future rather than a delicious Pike Place from Starbucks. No time to buy one unless I want to be late.
“I’d better go.” There isn’t a cell in my body that wants to obey.
“Okay, honey. Get in there.” He kisses me goodbye. I close my eyes and savor his taste.
Rarely have I received kisses goodbye while being dropped off at work. I’m not sure North ever dropped me off at work. On the odd occasion he stayed at my place, he probably kissed me before he left. I don’t remember feeling like this—like I never wanted it to end. Like I couldn’t bear the idea of sitting at my desk for eight long hours missing him.
God, I’m so screwed.
“One more thing.” Barrett opens the center console and pulls out my cellphone. “It’s charged, but the ringer’s off.”
I reach for it eagerly and he tsks me, shaking his head. He opens my purse and drops the phone inside. “No looking until you’re sitting at your desk. Not standing inside the building. Not riding the elevator. Your desk is officially ‘at work.’”
“That’s asking a lot.” I frown.
“You can do it. Just think about this instead.” He kisses me again, this time with tongue. I practically climb out of my seat and into his lap trying to access more of his incredible mouth. I don’t care who walks by on the street and sees us. I don’t care that this started out as a dreaded assignment. We’ve morphed into something more. Something…meaningful.
