She grabs her purse from me, then glances at the palm she’s removed from my shoulder before wiping it on the towel around my neck.
“Do you always sweat this much?”
“When I’ve gone at it really hard.” My eyes drop to her lips before I snap them away.
She casts her gaze over my sweat-soaked chest again, her eyes catching on the top of my shorts, which are slung low on my hips. “People say it’s your fat crying.”
“People do, do they?” I smirk.
Her blue eyes twinkle as she meets my eyes again. “Quit making me stand here and talk to you. I told you I’m going to be late.”
“Then go.”
I chuckle as she flips her middle finger up at me and rushes to the front door.
“Oh, Mrs. Walker?” I call, unable to resist the urge to mess with her. I know it winds her up when I call her that. I’ve been doing it every morning this week.
“Yes,dear?” she yells back, half out the door.
“Go straight to work. Griffin values punctuality over coffee.”
The beginning of her curse back drifts down the hallway toward me before the door falls shut and muffles out the rest.
Twenty-five minutes later, I stride up to Harley’s desk and deposit the take-away cup down onto it.
“Latte. Coconut milk, extra foam, two sugars.”
She lifts her gaze from her computer screen, her lips parting as she clocks the cup.
“Pardon?”
I tap my finger on top of the lid. “Do I need to get your ears tested, Mrs. Walker? I said latte, coco—”
“I take back what I said about you being a pain in the ass this morning,” she says as she removes the lid and inhales, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You never said I was a pain in the ass.”
She looks up guiltily, tipping her head to one side. “It might have been in the elevator, to the nice man who got on five floors below me.”
“Ah. So now you’re sharing our sex life, and your feelings about me?”
“Only one of those is real. So technically, I’m only sharing one thing about us.” She blows on the top of her latte and then looks up at me. “Is that…?”
I lift my hand, holding the tray with two other cups in it. “One for me, one for Griffin.”
“Did I tell you I love you today yet?” She grins, taking me by surprise as she jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around my neck. I can’t help pressing my nose into her hair, my dick twitching at the scent of her coconut shampoo. I’ve smelled it before; its sweet scent bursting from her room like a cloud after she opens her door in the mornings.
“If you were my real girlfriend, you could show me how much you love me,” I murmur against her ear, completely losing myself for a second.
“Ha, yeah, whatever.” She rolls her eyes as she sits back at her desk. “When did a sincere thank you lose its value and cease to be enough? It’s always the same with men.”
“But you didn’t say thank you. You told me you loved me.”
“Technically, I only asked if I had told you I loved you. Not actually admitted to such feelings.” Harley pouts.
I grin, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Well, technically, I was really talking about agreeing to accompany me to Stuart’s niece’s birthday party this weekend to show your dedication and love for me… as mygirlfriend,” I add. “What did you think I meant?” I twist my mouth into a scowl of mock outrage, earning a smirk from her pretty pink lips.