Page 43 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“A lot of guys don’t know what they’re doing so women need to rely on toys.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“What, you’ve never had a girl use a toy in bed?”

“Never needed it.”

Her gaze snapped to mine again with surprise and something else. Something hot and curious.

Fucking hell.

I lifted a shoulder, a smug grin twisting on my mouth. “There’s no problem with toys, though. As long as everyone gets what they want.”

She made a noise of acknowledgement in her throat, still watching me with wide-eyes. My mind flashed with images of her using a toy again.

The fantasy changed to her using it in front of me, getting herself off while I watched.

Wow. Fuck. I sucked in a breath and she broke eye contact.

“Um. Dinner.” She cleared her throat. “What do you want?”

The weird tension between us evaporated.

I shook my head. “I’ll eat later.” Takeout over the sink or dinner at the bar.

“If we’re going to do another bathroom, it’ll take a few hours,” she said, pulling her phone out. “It’s not good to eat too late. Hi,” she said into the phone. “I’d like to place an order for takeout.”

With the phone propped up against her ear, she stooped down and pulled a small box out from behind the faucets on the floor.

“Spacers,” she murmured, handing it to me. “Okay, ready? We’ll have the pad si ew, the spicy beef salad, two orders of jasmine rice, and the red curry with extra veg.”

My heart gave a sharp tug, listening to her order dinner for us. She had insisted I eat dinner, like she was taking care of me.

I turned around and rolled my eyes at myself. She wasn’t taking care of me. She was back to hating me after what I did the other night.

“Thanks,” I said when she hung up.

She shrugged and waved a hand. “Don’t mention it. I don’t need you getting grumpy halfway through the next round.”

There. See? It didn’t mean anything. She picked up the enormous dildo and yanked the front door open.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m throwing this thing out.” She waved it in the air and another laugh burst out of me. I picked up the invoice from the box and read it.

A grin hitched on my mouth. “Alien dildo?” I called out the front door.

“Shut up,” she called back.

18

Holden

“Tell me about your real date.”Sadie asked in between bites of Thai food as we sat on the floor in the sitting room, watching the sunset. We had moved the furniture out of here to make room for the renovations.

I sighed. This again. “I don’t know. It wasn’t good.”

“Elaborate, please.”

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