I nod. “Good night.”
She smiles sleepily and disappears into her room, and I do the same.
I have a quick shower and jump into bed butt naked, pulling the soft mustard-colored sheets up to my waist.
This was a booty call if there ever was one, and I don’t know how I feel about that.
I can hear her walking and moving around her room, and then it all goes quiet.
Only when she’s asleep do I allow myself to close my eyes and do the same.
Her alarm goes off at the ass crack of dawn, and it’s loud even through two closed doors. I grab my phone and check the time—it’s five thirty a.m.
“Why are you getting up so early?” I mumble to myself.
She must have heard me, because she opens the door, then gasps. I glance up at her, on alert. “What?”
I follow her line of gaze and realize I’m naked, with the sheets at the bottom of the bed.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I mutter, pulling them up while she averts her eyes.
“I know, but this is different. I don’t know. I’m going for my morning run—do you want to come?” she asks, clearing her throat.
“You run every morning?” I ask, groaning at the thought.
“I do, and I’ll take that as a no. I’ll see you soon.” She closes the door and heads off. Running with her actually sounds like fun, but I don’t have my running shoes and only have the clothes I wore yesterday. All I want to do is get home.
When she gets back, she has a shower, gets ready and drops me off at the clubhouse.
“Thanks,” I tell her. “And about last night—”
“Just between you and me,” she says, unable to look at me.
“Okay,” I agree. “But for the record, I really fucking enjoyed that. I knew you’d taste sweet like candy—”
“Okay, Atlas,” she groans.
She looks fucking cute in her black blouse and fancy black pants, her briefcase near my feet in the car. Not that I’d ever tell her out loud, but maybe she’s on to something with the whole professional thing, because she looks sexy as fuck all made up and ready to face her day in the office. She’s smart, beautiful and feisty... I mean, what more could you want in a woman? I want to fuck her again right now.
Shit. I’ve been kidding myself this whole time.
I like her.
I’m drawn to her.
And I could see myself with her.
And now I know that we are fucking fire in the bedroom; the chemistry was off the charts.
“Can I have your number?” I ask before I open the door to get out. “Maybe we could go out for dinner or something?”
“Um, sure,” she says, taking my phone and typing her digits in. “I’ll see you around, Atlas.”
I smile and get out, closing the door, and I watch her drive away before I head into the clubhouse, shower and get ready for work.
She might not like it or even realize it, but she likes me, too. I’d love to see where this could lead.
“Where were you?” Aries asks me, coming into my room. “You stayed out last night?”