Page 89 of Fit for Love

Ah.“Nice try.No.”Having Kendall meet our parents is a lose-lose proposition.She won’t like them—that’s a given—but if they like her, it might actually make me like her less.But if they don’t like her, it will make me upset with them—or more upset than I already am.

“Fine,” Jordan says.“I guess their being in Boston makes her not meeting them somewhat forgiven.”

“Especially if she doesn’t know a trip there is a possibility,” I say.“So don’t tell her… or her brother.”

Jordan and Cameron have been working together, so it’s a real possibility.

“I obviously won’t,” she says.“How could you even hint otherwise?”

“Sorry.Anyway… do you think us moving in together is a good idea?”

“Depends,” she says.“Do you love her?”

I nearly choke on my water.“No.”

Or rather, I don’t know.I do have feelings for her, tender ones, but I’m not ready to examine them closely because I get the feeling that Kendall is not “all in” when it comes to our relationship.If I had to guess, I’d say she still doesn’t believe me about my three-year abstinence.Now, if she says yes to moving in with me, then maybe?—

“That wasn’t a very convincing ‘no,’” Jordan says.

I sigh.“Next question.”

“Do you openly talk finances?”she asks.“That’s another important prerequisite.”

Is it?I frown.“We don’t really talk about money.She seems to avoid the topic, in fact.For what it’s worth, moving in with me would make financial sense for her since she’s trying to get her business off the ground.”

Her parents help her out, I know, but I can tell she’s the type of person who doesn’t want to abuse such help.

“I’d wait at least a few more months,” Jordan suggests.

I blow out a disappointed breath.“You’re probably right.”

“I always am.”

With that, she hangs up.

Sir Ems trots over and gives me a soulful stare that seems to say, “My dear chap, if you do decide to move in with the pretty-smelling human, make sure she throws away the cat-like abomination that is her old sousaphone.”

A week later,Kendall asks me to come over a half hour early, and when I do, she’s wearing an orange jumpsuit that puts all her curves on display—and makes my dick instantly hard.

“Is this the prototype?”I ask.

She only recently received the fabrics to play around with, so I didn’t expect her to have something wearable so soon.

“This is more of a mock-up,” she says.“I’ll have the actual prototype done in a couple of weeks.”

“Still,” I say with a smile.“We should celebrate.”

“Sure.”She grins.“But help me get out of this thing.”

As I do, I marvel how she got into it in the first place.Most of the mock-up is held together by enough pins to make a girlfriend for a porcupine.

Once she is out and therefore almost naked, I can’t help but carry her to the bedroom, barbarian style, where we start the celebrations with a couple of orgasms.

Afterward, we head over to the nearest high-end sushi place because Kendall has a craving.Predictably, the place is packed, so I bring out my wallet and sneak the hostess a couple of hundreds.

“I’ll give you the next table,” she says.

“Thanks.”

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