“Um...okay.” She chuckles. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
I go for noble. “Well, what good are you going to be to me tomorrow if you don’t get any sleep?”
“True.”
“I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Don’t sweat it.”
Suddenly, there’s a bead of sweat dripping down my back, just thinking about Bowie staying over. How the fuck am I going to get through this? Okay, here’s the plan. I invite her in, have a tea with her, spend ten minutes reviewing numbers, make up the guest room and go to bed. I’m not going to think about her, I’m not going to even look at her more than I have to. I can do this. I’m a grown man. She’s a woman scorned and heartbroken. Remember that. But the plan all goes to shit when she shows up in jeans, a t-shirt, and her hair all down, flowing on her chest.
She’s fucking stunning.
She’s as sexy as hell.
She’s as smart as fuck.
And she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
In high school, and now.
But there’s still a chance that a) she doesn’t feel anything for me, and b) she’s still just waiting for the perfect moment to run back to Boston. Also, this is supposed to be a professional relationship. I don’t want to fuck anything up.
“Hey. Do you ever sleep?” She snuffles a laugh as I open the door.
“Not much.” I admit with a sigh. “Come on in. I’ve got the guest room made up for you. Do you want some tea?”
“Sure. If you’re making some.”
“Yeah, sure.” I say, taking her bag for her, bringing it to the guest room.
“Nice place.”
“You want a tour?”
She yawns. “Maybe later.”
I chuckle. “Ah, so youaretired.”
“I am. I was almost asleep when the first climax hit.” She snorts.
“Fun times.”
“For her.”
I bring her bag to the room and return as the kettle boils. “I’ve got chamomile, mint or lemon. Pick your poison.”
“Chamomile. It helps me sleep.”
“Sounds good.”
I pour us both a tea and we go sit in the living room. “I’m going to London to tour Drummond Motors with Wesley Hopkins. I haven’t firmed anything up with him yet on dates, but I thought you should come.”
Her eyes light up. “Are you kidding me? Of course I want to go! How did you even get him to agree to a meeting? I thought he only let his subordinates do the grunt work?”
“It appears as though he’s had a change of heart. He wants to be front and center with this new project. At least, that’s what his CFO says.”
