“That’s different. I’m doing extra because Alex is on his honeymoon.”
“So you never work on weekends?”
He glared at her. He wasn’t going to lie, but he wasn’t giving her the satisfaction of an honest answer either.
“Uh-huh.” With a small smirk, Kerri turned to open her laptop.
He kept his finger on the device, holding it closed. There was no point in her working so hard on The Lloyds Development. The company was doing fine, and he needed to be brought up to speed on it, nothing more. Once she was finished with the job, she might decide she needed to vanish again, especially if she thought that the situation was getting even slightly out of her control. He could come up with another job for her, but it wouldn’t be long before he tipped his hand that he was keeping her busy with meaningless work.
“I’m only working a lot because Alex and Natalie are out of the country,” Ethan repeated.
She crossed her arms in front of her. “When are they coming back? You know, so I can watch you not work on weekends.”
“I’m not sure.”
“How can you not be sure? Aren’t you going to pick them up, too?”
“They have a driver. But they aren’t coming any time soon. Natalie has food poisoning and is in no condition to fly.”
“What? Is she all right?”
“Don’t worry. A few days of rest is all the doctor ordered.”
Kerri nodded, a couple lines marring her forehead. “I see,” she said vaguely.
“You don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that. It’s just…Natalie has the constitution of a team of Clydesdales. I’m wondering what could’ve possibly brought her down.”
“Is that a fact?” He sat next to her. “Anyway, seriously. Stop working. We should go out and have fun.”
“I am already having fun. I’m working.”
“I know a way to have more fun, but you have to be not working.”
Her gaze flicked a couple of times from his eyes to his mouth and back. “Is that a fact?”
Chapter Seven
KERRI OPENED HER EYES. The unfamiliar bedroom was pitch-dark, but there was a delicious smell of eggs, bacon and sausag
es drifting in from the kitchen. The clock on the bedside table read 9:35. Her gaze traveled to the windows, and she groaned. Black-out curtains. No wonder she hadn’t woken up earlier.
Good lord. She never slept this late. On the other hand, she never slept with a man as physical as Ethan. She knew the previous late-night lovemaking hadn’t been a dream. How could he have wanted her so often? He seemed insatiable, and his desire affected her as well. She found herself craving his body nearly all the time.
It had to be the incredible way he could bring her to an orgasm or two or three or four. What woman wouldn’t like that?
She turned. The pillow next to hers was rumpled, which meant Ethan had spent the night in her bedroom. That wouldn’t do. Next time she should make sure to have sex in his room, so she could go back to hers afterward.
Assuming she could stay awake long enough.
The rich aroma of coffee gradually insinuated itself into the olfactory mix, and she rose to her feet. Definitely time to get up.
Despite the minor hiccup, maybe sharing the penthouse wasn’t such a bad idea, especially if she got treated to gourmet coffee every morning. There’d been a toady analyst in Hong Kong who’d brought her a venti frappuccino with caramel and whipped cream at seven-thirty sharp every day in a sad attempt to suck up. She didn’t miss him—he wasn’t the brightest—but she missed the Starbucks service.
She stretched, put on a robe and padded outside. Ethan was pouring a cup of coffee. “Morning. Want some?”
“Definitely.”