“Suck up. You do it.” Jagger argues weakly, taking my hand in his. “I’m outta here.”
“Let me say goodbye to Jinny, or she’ll never let me live it down.” I tell him, guiding us to her on the dance floor. She’s in her glory, dancing with a bunch of guys from our accounting department, that worship her. “See ya later, Jin.”
She just waves, like I’m old news, drinking in the dashing millionaires in suits.
Jagger is facetious. “She’ll miss you.”
“Like a fucking tooth ache.”
He changes the subject as we walk to the car. “What do you say you stay with me, hm? Clearly, you’re cramping Jinny’s style, right?” He opens the door for me, and I slide inside. “We can grab some things for you on the way?”
Jagger has never been a man to miss an opportunity. He lives in the moment. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
He slides into the driver’s side and starts the car. “Yeah. I guess I am.” He licks his lips and looks at me. “We can make some ground rules, you know, so we don’t smother each other.”
We start driving. “Like what?”
“Well, we already know that living together and working together can sometimes equal relationship slash romance death, so maybe we can compartmentalize things.”
“Like, act professional in the office, and save romance for home?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “I think that would be best for staff, too. I don’t want anyone worried about walking in on us fucking on the desk or anything, you know?”
I chuckle. “Although that idea is as sexy as hell.”
“I won’t deny that. But...I have a desk at home, too, baby.” He winks.
My hand slides up his thigh. Just talking about fucking him again is making me hot. “You know, I think that this car is much too clean for my taste.”
He lifts a brow. “Are you saying that you want to...um...dirty up my grandfather’s car?”
I pinch my thumb and index finger together. “Just a little.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
Chapter 15
Jagger
Herhandslidingupmy leg and the tone in her voice sets me off. While I have no intention of fucking the woman I love in public, that doesn’t stop me from making love in the privacy of Jinny’s home...in the car. “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, to what?” She asks, her eyes telling me that she’s wet already.
“Moving in with me.”
“Spending my days working with the smartest, most gorgeous, sexiest man alive and spending my nights tangled with him? How could I possibly say no?”
“You mean you’re not going to do the girlie thing and say that it’s too fast?”
“Jagger, if you were someone I just met, sure it would be too fast. But we’ve known each other since high school. And we’re not fifteen anymore. We also have so much more at stake, so we’re not going to fuck around with our relationship. We’re on a level playing field here.”
“And it doesn’t scare you at all?”
“You should know by now that I’m fearless.”
I smile. “Yes, you are.”
We pull into Jinny’s place, and I park in the back, close to the door, under the small portico she has. After I turn off the engine, I undo my seatbelt just as Bowie does the same. Jinny’s house is a fucking fortress. It might as well be a goddamn airport it’s so big. There are two wings to the place; one for her and one for guests. The portico was built for the landscapers, and for her goddamn golf carts she uses to get to her back garden when she’s too lazy to walk, but it makes for great privacy, too.
