I don’t return the smile. I probably give him a dirty look.
His smile grows bigger. Dirtier.
It’s too early in the morning for this. There’s also the fact that my very vivid dream of shower sex with Aiden is just on the edge of my consciousness.
Thank God it’s Friday.
***
When we get off the elevator, Aiden grabs my hand.
I’m about to yank it away out of reflex, but he says, “Carly,” in a deep, husky, commanding tone.
Oh. The Seth thing. My body jolts and I keep my hand in his. He gives it a squeeze, almost like a reward, and takes us to the desk and Seth.
My heart is thumping hard and I feel a little green around the gills suddenly.
Seth’s eyes are on us and he looks a little bit pale, too.
“Seth, right?” Aiden grunts.
“Good morning, Sir. Miss.” He directs the Miss at me.
All business. Wow.
I give Seth my Billy Idol lip. He looks contritely at me.
“There’s a light out above my parking spot for the Ducati. Fill out a report for maintenance, will ya?”
“Absolutely. I guess Keith didn’t notice that when he did patrol overnight.”
“No reason lights should be goin’ out around here, especially lights over things that are mine. Get me?”
Seth swallows.
My knees wobble. Whoa. Now, that’s a statement.
“There’s a plumber coming at ten o’clock to fix the main bathroom in my condo, too. Cherry Grove Plumbing. Let him in. Lock up after.”
Seth nods and jots it down.
Aiden’s lips touch my temple softly and his arm goes around me while Seth writes.
My heart is galloping. Fast. Those lips. Those soft warm lips. My throat is dry.
Aiden’s hand is moving up and down my arm as we stand there.
“All noted. Have a good d
ay, Sir,” Seth says.
Aiden grabs my hand and we go to the elevator.
When it opens, and we get in, he moves in and puts his hand to my face and moves closer, slowly, as if for a kiss as the doors close.
My lips part and my eyes are locked to his.
His head is tilting, his lips are getting closer.