Prim and Proper Posey isn’t so prim and proper after all, and that’s what I like about her.
That and her wet, hot pussy. Can’t imagine what she’d say if I said that to her face. She’d probably turn fire-engine red and freak out.
I’ll have to try it sometime.
Not today, though.
* * *
My finger trailsalong the bridge of her pert nose. Tapping and counting the freckles there. Tracks down to the tip, softly giving it a tap.
Her cute, perky nose.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, though I’ve said it before. “I’m sorry I sent that confidentiality agreement.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” We’re talking quietly because it’s still early, and we’re still in bed, naked, both of us rolled to our sides so we can look one another in the eye while we talk. “I wasn’t the one who was panickin’ about the story in the press and the photo at Madison—Eli was. He’s the one who convinced me I had somethin’ to protect.”
She wrinkles her brow. “Something to protect?”
“Yeah, my privacy.”
“Well…what about my privacy?”
She makes a valid point; I hadn’t considered her privacy at all when Eli was railing on me to send over the contract. We’d only been thinking about mine—my career, my announcement, my photo being shared all over the internet.
“The thing I was most upset about was you leaving without saying goodbye.”
“You were sleeping. I’d gotten up to pee, checked my phone, and had all these messages from freakin’ Eli ‘get to the airport, I booked you a seven a.m. flight,’ blah, blah, blah.” I’d tossed my shit back into my bags and was out the door in less than fifteen minutes. “I hadn’t wanted to wake you.”
Hadn’t wanted to look over at the bed and have her watching me; leaving would have been difficult. Could I have done it? Sure. Because I had a job to do and obligations, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have gone back to bed, caught a later flight, been late, and let a crew of people down simply because little Miss Prim and Proper has the most beautiful bedroom eyes.
“News flash: I always want to be woken up, and I always want you to say goodbye, even if I’m half asleep.” She runs her palm along my jawline. “Trust me, I can totally fall back asleep with no issues.”
“All right.”
“The whole thing made me feel…used.” She shrugs. “Cheap?”
Shit.
I hadn’t thought of that either.
“You know I wasn’t using you, and I would never—”
She cuts me off. “I know that now, but there’s something about waking up to a cold bed that leaves a girl feeling empty inside.” She pauses. “I didn’t even have your phone number.”
“Fuck. I should have written it on the napkin. Why didn’t I?”
That makes her laugh. “’Cause you were in a hurry?”
“True—but it would have been a good idea, eh?”
“I have your phone number now. That’s all that matters.”
I inch forward. “This talk’s gotten real serious all of a sudden.”
Her shoulders move up and down, causing the bedsheet to move, inching down her chest.