I nip at her breast. “And for that outfit…”
She gives a husky laugh and moves away, going to the kitchen to pick up the casserole dish with the frittata and bringing it to the table. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back with the bacon.”
She returns with the bacon and slides into the chair next to me. “This is an incredible view. I really enjoy staying here, Bobby. Thanks.”
“I love having you here,bambina,” I take a bite of the frittata. “Mmm, this is amazing!”
Lexi looks happy. Genuinely happy. I haven’t seen her so relaxed and content before. It makes me want to do everything in my power to keep that smile on her face.
I take a second helping because it’s truly delicious and also because I want her to know how much I appreciate her efforts. When we finish, I help carry the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher.
“So, when should we go shopping for your interview clothes? Tonight after you get off?”
She lights up. “Yes! That sounds great!”
I smile. “Okay, I’ll pick you up. And I want to see the portfolio you put together for this job.”
“You do?” She sounds surprised.
“Yeah. Is it here? Bring it to me.”
She gives me a curious look over her shoulder as she retreats to the bedroom. When she returns, she has a sleek black photo album. “This is my look-book, but I submitted a digital slide show with the application.”
I leaf through the pages, admiring each hairstyle. “Who took the photos?”
“Well, I did. I wish I could have had them professionally done because you can see here how the shadows fall on her face.” She traces a finger across the model’s face. “I didn’t have the right lighting.”
“Next time we’ll get you a professional shoot, sugar. Your work deserves to be showcased with the best tools available to us.”
“We?” she asks faintly. She’s staring at me with an odd look on her face.
“What?”
She gives her head a quick shake. “Nothing. Just that sometimes I wish you were more of an asshole.”
“Oh, I am an asshole, believe me,” I say lightly, but I sense a wistfulness in Lexi, and she doesn’t smile.
Damn. She’s definitely getting attached. I shouldn’t have spent the night. I should stay away for a few days.
Except that idea literally makes me want to punch a wall.
* * *
Lexi
“What do you think of this one?” I prance out of the dressing cubicle in a fitted purple miniskirt, wide black belt and black cap-sleeved top that makes my boobs look amazing.
Bobby lounges on one of the benches in the dressing room, looking casually elegant in one of his designer suits. Shopping is foreplay, and I’m about two seconds away from dragging him into a cubicle and dropping to my knees to suck his cock because he bought everything I showed the slightest interest in, and more.
He gives me a heavy-lidded gaze. “I think, if I were God, I would ordain that this song be playing every time you entered into my visual field in a short skirt.”
I laugh, listening to hear what song played on the mall speakers. It’s “Sex and Candy” by Marcy Playground.
“Sweetheart, those legs ought to be illegal. In fact,” he motions to my outfit. “We’ll take those clothes, but you are not wearing them to your interview.”
“Oh yeah?” I strut slowly to where he sits. “What am I wearing to the interview?”
He smirks. “I’m not sure, but I think you already have something in mind. You just keep dragging me around to turn me on with your dress up show.”