“I can’t believe I’m being cockblocked by a show.” He smirks, and I almost expect him to whip out his phone or find some other way to work, but instead he grabs my feet, pulling them in his lap. His eyes are fixed on the TV.
“What are you doing?” I inquire.
“Watching with you. There’s already been a crime in the first minute. Soun
ds like my kind of show.”
“Do you want this to be our show?” I ask. My stomach somersaults, and I’m aware my excitement level is a tad ridiculous, but I can’t help it.
“Okay,” he answers. “Does this mean I get to spend time with you every Saturday night?”
Oh. I hadn’t even thought about that. “Do you want to? I mean, you don’t have to—”
Without warning, he pulls me toward him until my ass is almost in his lap, and he silences me, putting his forefinger to my lips. “I’d love to. I’d spend every night with you if I could.”
Until I leave.
The unspoken words hang between us, but as much as they make my heart clench, I don’t want them to shadow this moment. It’s too precious.
So I nod. “It’s a date.” Then I realize he might prefer to do something else Saturday nights, or at least today since Julie is with Mom. “If you want, we can go out afterward.”
“I don’t care what we do as long as I’m with you, Pippa. And I like staying in.”
“Me too. I’m a homey kind of person,” I confess.
“I’ve gathered that. Also, staying in will be much more fun. ”
“In what way?”
“Plenty of ways. I’ll show you.” His voice becomes throatier with each word. “I promise they will all make you ache.”
“I can’t wait,” I say, suddenly breathing hard.
Chapter Nineteen
Pippa
The next two weeks are something out of a dream. The only downside is that both Eric and I are working crazy hours, so we try to sneak in as many lunch dates and dinners as possible. We mostly live for the weekend, though, especially since Mom insists on Julie sleeping over at their house.
I arrive late and flustered in Sebastian’s office on a Monday morning, smothering my hair and skirt and hoping I don’t look like someone who’s just had mind-blowing sex. When I step inside the office, I find Max there as well.
“‘Lo, sis,” Max greets me.
“Hi.” I slump in the chair next to him, drawing my breath from so much running. Sebastian eyes me seriously. “How come Logan’s not here?”
“He and Blake are at the bank,” he says.
I perk up at this. “Those two are clicking, aren’t they?”
Sebastian shrugs. “I’ll have a talk with Blake soon. He does his job all right, but I can tell that something’s bothering him.”
“So, what’s this about?” I ask.
“Christopher told us he’s looking to replace himself in Hong Kong,” Max says.
My heart does a somersault. I’m so giddy I could jump from my seat and hug my brother, but I try my best to be professional and asks, “Why?”
Max shrugs, rising from his chair, and starts pacing the office. “I think he wants to be back home.”