What if…what if she actually sought out jobs like that, though? Small catering jobs. Not big dinners or fancy parties. Business breakfasts or lunches. Cocktail parties. There were all kinds of things…
Excitement curled in her belly at the thought.
“Better look after table two,” Sorcha said, passing by with a tray full of food.
Right. She had a job to do. She’d daydream about possibilities later.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Ilove my vagina.”
Tyler choked. Arden rubbed up against him, both of them naked in his bed. “Um, good. I love it too.”
“I believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you believe it?”
“Some guys are assholes. Like Garth.”
Garth? What the fuck? What did Garth have to do with… “Okay, just stop right there. Wherever this is going, I don’t want to hear it.”
Arden smiled. “I just want you to know that I appreciate your appreciation of my vagina.”
“Babe. I more than appreciate it.” He flipped her onto her back and moved over her. He met her eyes. “I worship your vagina.”
Her lips parted and her eyes darkened. “Oh.”
“I’m not that crazy about the word vagina, though.” He started kissing his way down between her breasts. “Too clinical. I like—”
“I know what you like.”
He snorted out a laugh, now kissing her lower abdomen. Her breathing had shifted. “Let me show you how much I like it.”
“Just so you know…that’s not why I said that…” Her fingers slid into his hair.
“No?” He spread her thighs with his hands and kissed the inside of one.
“If I wanted you to lick me, I’d just ask.” Her voice had gone low and smoky. “But if you want to show me…I’m fine with that…”
* * *
“Wanna come over tonight and watch a movie?”
“I…can’t.”
Tyler was finishing the work on the fireplace in Arden’s apartment, wiping his hand on a rag. “Oh.”
“I’m going to a book club meeting. I think.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
“What do you mean, you think?”
“I’m nervous. I don’t know any of these women. Other than Imani, who did my hair.”
“Well, you don’t have to go.”
“I want to.”
He bit back a smile. “But you’re nervous.”