“He knows better than to do that. He doesn’t want to walk in on us doing something.”
I sit up straight. “Didn’t you lock the door last night?”
“I don’t remember,” he says, yawning.
I get up to check. “Garret, it’s unlocked! Someone could’ve walked right in. Your dad. The maid.”
“The mailman. The gardener. The delivery guy.”
“This is so not funny. You have no shame, you know that? You walk around naked. You leave doors unlocked.”
“I’m at my house, Jade. I’m not worried about people walking in my room seeing me naked or having sex.”
“Well, I am.” I lock the door.
“You feel better now?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you come back to bed?”
He’s sitting up, his arms casually resting over his bent knees, which are covered with the white sheet. The combo of his strong arms, chiseled chest, and muscular shoulders is so damn appealing. Add in the tousled dark hair, those beautiful blue eyes, and that perfect smile and he’s like a male model. I could take a photo of him right now and put it on a calendar and it would easily sell millions of copies.
There’s no way I’m turning down his invitation, especially now that the door’s locked.
After another round of sex, we finally get out of bed, dress, and go downstairs to the kitchen.
Pearce is there and I feel like I’m doing the walk of shame, stuck in the same clothes as last night. But it’s all I have and I’m not borrowing something of Katherine’s.
“Hey, Dad,” Garret says.
Pearce looks at both of us and I feel my cheeks heating up again. Garret, of course, isn’t the least bit embarrassed.
“Did you eat yet?” Garret asks him.
Pearce smiles. “Yes, Garret. I’ve already had breakfast and lunch. It’s 1 in the afternoon.”
“Yeah, okay. Well, I’m gonna have breakfast.” Garret walks over to the fridge. “What do you want, Jade?”
Why is he asking me questions? I’m trying to fade into the wall here or dissolve into the floor. Anything to not be noticed.
“You two eat and then come to my office,” Pearce says. “I have some updates to share.” He refills the cup of coffee he’s holding and walks out.
Garret comes over to me. “You didn’t answer me. You want breakfast or lunch?”
“Whatever. Breakfast is fine.” I cover my face with my hands.
“Are you seriously still embarrassed?” He pulls my hands away and kisses me.
“Did you see how your dad looked at me? And that comment he made about it being the afternoon? He thinks I’m some nymphomaniac!”
Garret laughs and kisses me again. “Youarea nymphomaniac. It’s another thing I love about you. Now let’s figure out breakfast.”
He goes back to the refrigerator and starts pulling stuff out; eggs, cheese, green peppers. “I’m making an omelet. You want one? I make really good omelets.”
“I’ll just have cereal.”
“That’s not enough. You need to replenish your body after that sex marathon we had last night.”
