Page 37 of Baby Maker

Flipping around to face him, I plant my hands on my hips, skewing my mouth to the side. “How can I say no to an offer like that? I’ll go.”

His eyes light up as a smile crosses his face. “You will?”

It’s funny. There’s something so endearing in his expression, hiding just beneath his flirtatious exterior. That underbelly of his personality will be my downfall.

“Absolutely. You’ve got yourself a date for the wedding and a girlfriend for the weekend.”

Keegan leans in, pressing a kiss to my cheek. It’s quick and unexpected and damn near knocks my world off-kilter. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I mumble, struggling to recover. “I’m looking forward to it, although you are obligated to tell me all your deep, dark secrets while we’re there.”

“Can’t wait,” Keegan chuckles, grabbing our coffee and leading us to a table.

Time to finalize the logistics. My organizational nature needs the details. “It’s for three days?”

“Three days and two nights. Think you can stand me for that long?”

I tap my finger against my chin before shooting him a grin. “It won’t be easy, but I’ll make an effort. A mix of dressy and casual clothes, I assume?”

“There’s the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, so dressy for those. But beyond that, wear what’s comfortable.”

“So, some lacy lingerie would be appropriate?”

I’m joking, but it’s totally worth it to watch his jaw slacken with surprise. In his defense, he has impressive recovery time. “Isn’t it always?”

I chuckle, sipping my coffee. I can let it lie or push the envelope. I’m in the mood for pushing. “No, sir. Lacy lingerie must be saved for the most special of occasions. Do you think this qualifies?”

A muscle jumps in Keegan’s jaw as his gaze flits around the room. I love that I have the ability to unnerve him, if only for a moment. “I’ll make sure that it does. You’re bringing it now. Case closed.”

“I am? Really?”

“You are the one who mentioned it. Besides, I’m sure we could find some uses for it.”

My cheeks flame, but for once, I don’t feel so bad. He’s blushing, too. “Wouldn’t want to put you out any.”

“Not at all. I insist. Bring it along. It will look great decorating the floor of the hotel room.”

And just like that, he’s taken back control of the situation. I shift in my seat, acutely aware of his sapphire gaze. When his tongue glides along his lower lip, a sheen of perspiration breaks out across my skin. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes.

I’d prefer he also use his hands and tongue.

Time to drag our chat back to a safe topic before my sex-starved body implodes. “What’s our story, then?”

His head jerks at the abrupt conversation detour. “Our story?”

“I’m playing the part of your girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind.”

“So, how did we meet?”

He considers my question, his fingers tapping the table. “Let’s keep it simple. Tell them the truth.”

“Tell them we met in your office? Isn’t that a bit odd?”

“Not when it’s the truth. People meet in all manner of ways and love blooms in the oddest of places. Why should we be any different?”

“Right. Okay.”

I will not read into it. I will not read into it.

I sip my coffee, but my mind focuses on one thing.

I’m reading into it.

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