I step forward as the elevator lurches to a stop on our floor. “I think I’ll tempt fate and let the dry cleaner work their magic.”
As the doors slide open, he motions for me to exit first. “If that’s the plan, I need to get one last look at the work of art before it disappears forever.”
I stay in place. “In that case, why don’t you go first?”
Laughing, he steps forward. “Good night, Calliope. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I press my finger on the button to hold the doors open until he disappears behind his apartment door. Once he’s out of sight, I draw a sigh of relief. All I want to do tonight is sit in a bubble bath and think about anything but my neighbor.
Chapter Sixteen
Sean
TeasingCalliope on the way up to our floor put a smile on my face and made me hard.
By the time I walked into my apartment twenty minutes ago, I was aching to come.
I did that in the shower as I envisioned what she looks like beneath the paint-stained dress.
Does she wear lace or silk panties? What color are her nipples? Is her mound smooth or trimmed?
I jacked off thinking about all of those details and more.
Chasing those thoughts away with a shake of my head, I tug on a pair of pajama bottoms. Striding across my bedroom floor on bare feet, I move toward where I dropped my phone on my bed.
I scoop it into my palm and scan the screen, glancing at all the notifications that have arrived in the past ten minutes.
Owning a business is both a blessing and a curse.
The curse is never-ending small details that have to be taken care of. Every problem that surfaces falls in either Declan’s lap or mine.
Tonight it looks like the bulk of it is directed to me.
I shoot back a few responses to text messages sent by employees looking for direction in the areas of shipping or quality control.
We’re a twenty four hour, seven day a week operation. The sun never goes down on Wells.
I continue scanning my unread texts looking for anything else that requires my immediate attention.
A soft knock on my apartment door sends my gaze toward the hallway.
I toss the phone on my bed and head out in that direction.
Shirtless.
My body is on display in the epicenter of the world. Whoever needs my attention right now has likely already seen it.
I swing open the door to find a stranger.
She’s petite, blonde, and attractive, but I’m at a loss as to who the hell she is.
My arms cross my chest as her gaze slides over me slowly.
“Well, hello, handsome.” Her voice trails as her fingers move to touch my arm.
I step back so I’m just out of her reach. “Can I help you?”
Her blue-eyed gaze wanders behind me. “I know you can. I think I lost an earring in your bed. I need it back.”