Page 39 of A Match Made In Evan
“Hi,” I practically squeak, offering her a wave of my own.
“I didn’t hear anything,” she says, snatching up her mail and shuffling back up the path to her front door. Then, right before she shuts the door, she adds, “Be safe, boys!”
Evan loses it. His laughter is loud and infectious, and soon neither of us can breathe.
“You’reawful,” I tell him through wheezing breaths, tears blurring my vision. “I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.”
“That” —he points in the direction of Mrs. Wakerley’s shut front door— “sounded like a ringing endorsement to me.”
He really issoridiculous.
God, I love him.
“You’ll miss your flight if you don’t head off soon,” he says, interrupting my moment of mooning over him.
Shit.
“Right.Ugh. Behave,” I tell him. “And call me if you have any issues. If I have to get an earlier flight back, I will.”
“We’ll befine,” he insists, planting his hands on his hips. “I’ve scheduled the house parties to end at ten p.m. Mia will be tucked in bed by curfew.”
“You’re not cute,” I tell him, then lean in to peck my lips to his. I gasp as he grabs my hips and yanks me in, deepening the kiss. My cock twitches in my jeans —a Pavlovian response to his kisses at this point— and I pull away reluctantly. “I’ve gotta go. I love you.”
“I love you,” he replies. “Let me know when you’ve landed safe and sound. I’ll see you Thursday night.”
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“I can’t believe they only booked one room,” I mutter, placing my overnight bag on one of the twin beds in the hotel room booked for the trip.
Andi drops hers on the matching bed and then sits down on it, bouncing in place, presumably testing its firmness. “Is it really so bad rooming with me for a couple of nights?” she teases. “We’re both adults here.”
Yeah, I think uncharitably.And I was hoping to at least have phone sex with my boyfriend.
I certainly won’t be doing that in a shared room.
Suddenly, two nights apart feels likeforever.
Dear God, I sound like Mia.
“I just like my privacy,” I tell her, because it’s rude not to reply, and I don’t want to start this trip by upsetting my project partner. I force a smile her way. “I’ve gotten used to it.”
Andi snorts. “I would think you’denjoyhaving a single woman sharing a bed —er—roomwith you after years of being single yourself.” She flops onto her bed, then rolls onto her side and bats her lashes at me.
I laugh at her antics. “That’s a HR drama waiting to happen,” I snicker, then pull out my phone to text Ev as promised. “Good one, though.”
Andi grunts and gets back up off her bed. “I’m going to get changed,” she declares, a hint of annoyance in her tone. “Then we can get a taxi over for meeting number one.”
Ah, that explains the annoyance: client meetings are the worst. All the brown nosing and pandering we have to do…I hate it. I just want to plan marketing campaigns and analyse data. Everything else is just frustrating. I’m sure Andi feels the same way.
“I’ll make sure all the presentation stuff is ready to go,” I call after her.
She doesn’t answer.
My phone lights up in my hand with Ev’s reply.
Ev
Glad your flight was good. What’s the hotel like? Did they spring for a nice room?
