Page 36 of Affinity

“Hit me.”

“When we were at the grocery store the other day, were you touching and kissing me because we were out in public or . . . ”

“Abbi,” I frowned, “I don’t think you see how beautiful you truly are. I touched you then because I knew you would let me since it was part of the agreement. It was my one chance where I knew you wouldn’t push me away.”

A small smile spread across her face at my answer. I helped her take our dishes into the kitchen and watched as she rinsed them.

“What do you say we go skinny dipping and see where that leads?”

Her face turned to stone. To lighten the moment, I waggled my eyebrows at her.

Abbi let out a frustrated sigh. “Just because you said a few right words doesn’t make for an emotional connection. It takes time, but I understand if you don’t want to do the work. You never have before,” she murmured the last under her breath.

“I don’t know how well I’ll do at trying to win your affection, but I’m willing to give it a shot.” I only hoped she wouldn’t play too hard to get. “How about tomorrow night, once we leave the set, we go out to dinner? I’ll even let you pick the place.”

“You want me to go with you in the morning?” she squeaked.

“Did you want to drive yourself? Deal with the paparazzi on your own?” I hated the thought of her driving around with those vultures following her every move. Another scandal needed to hit, so they’d forget about us and leave us to live our lives.

“I didn’t think about that. Would you think less of me if I told you I hate driving in LA?”

“You’re not the only one.”

“And the thought of . . . I’m not looking forward to being out on the road with all those paps . . . I’ll probably run someone over.”

There were times when I thought I might run over someone with a camera, and half the time, I thought they wanted me to so they could sue me. “That’s why you should come in with me tomorrow. When it’s time for you to go to work, if you’re still feeling unsure, I’ll hire a driver to take you anywhere you want to go if I can’t drive you.”

Abbi stepped up to me with her hands on my chest. “That’s really sweet of you, but I can’t inconvenience you like that. The cost—”

“The amount of money it takes for you to feel safe doesn’t matter. I have more money than I know what to do with.”

“You, Reeves Jenner, are much better at wooing a woman than you give yourself credit for.” She patted my chest before taking a step back. “If you keep this up, you’ll have me . . . well, you get the picture.”

She’d be eating out of the palm of my hand, or more like she’d have her pretty plump lips sliding up and down my cock.

“It’s a picture I like. Very much so.”

I took a step toward her, only for her to take two steps back.

“What time do we have to leave in the morning?”

“Luckily for you, it’s not an early day; we’ll leave at seven. No later.” We had to leave early; otherwise we’d hit the mother of all traffic, and it would take an insane amount of time to get to the set.

“I can deal with that. I have some work to do before I head to bed, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

Wait? What? I obviously hadn’t done that great of a job if she wanted to work and go to bed rather than be with me.

“Do I at least get a kiss goodnight?” I was prepared for her rejection, so imagine my surprise when her lips quirked up, and she slowly moved toward me. Her hips swayed the few steps it took for her to walk to me. All wanted to do was grip her curves in my hands, pull her against me, and crash my mouth to hers.

Leaning up, she placed her hands over my rapidly beating heart and kissed the corner of my mouth. She was retreating before I could turn my head, and I had a feeling that was her intention.

Soon I’d have her mouth on mine.

I headed back to my bedroom to relieve myself for the second time that day when I heard her call out a soft and breathy goodnight.

“Goodnight, Abbi.”

Chapter Fifteen

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