Page 13 of Mister Curb Appeal
What I’d really love is for her to stop talking and use her mouth for more productive things, but she is quite adorable when she goes off like that.
“If anything,I’dtake the couch. A queen can’t be sleeping on anything less than a comfortable mattress.”
Who even am I?
“A queen?” she mouths. Then she shakes her head, some of that sass returning. “I bet you say that to all the girls who see you naked.”
I roll my lips. “I wish I was that smooth, sadly I’m secretly a workaholic who clearly hasn’t spent time with a woman in a while because every time I speak, something stupid flies out of my mouth.”
She laughs and it’s a glorious sound. “You’re funny, Joshie. You always make me laugh.”
Joshie.
She. Did. Not.
I don’t know why that cutesy nickname, which I’d hate if anyone else called me it, has my dick standing to attention. Heck, if she called medingleberryI’d probably have the same reaction.
I put on a serious face, my eyebrows knitting together. “You mean to say seeing me naked was funny? I’ve gotta work better on my pitch.”
If watching her was an Olympic sport, I’d be the next gold medalist. Those dimples do me in, and those plump, soft lips are reeling me further by every passing second.
“Like I said, hashtag not sorry.” She takes a sip of her wine and what I’d give to swipe that bead of rosé from her bottom lip…
We stare at each other for a moment, the electricity sparking like a livewire on repeat. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this weekend without touching her.
“Since you’re not heading for the hills, I think it’s safe to say we can both enjoy the weekend. If you’re okay with that?”
She nods. Okay, that’s a good sign. “I’m okay with that.”
“I mean, I’ll probably just be working anyway, even though Mason has told me he’s monitoring my emails to make sure I really do take a weekend off. PAs are so bossy.”
It’s meant to cause a reaction, but she just laughs in that adorable way of hers. Damn, she has the prettiest hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. Do they have little flecks of green?
Her hair is drying, and I’m pleased to see that her natural hair is wavy. She must straighten it but I’ve no idea why. It suits her. A flash of her tousled hair on my pillow as I fuck her into the mattress flashes through my brain and I stifle a groan.
I need to think of something boring, fast.
Escrow.
Acquisitions.
Boring work meetings…
“Mason sounds exactly like how I am in the office. I gave Ali the exact same instructions before I left. She’s delirious, but still trying to operate from her bedside.”
“You just admitted to being bossy.”
She sighs airily. “Iambossy, but not in all instances.”
I pique a brow. “Oh? In what instances aren’t you bossy?”
She takes another sip of wine, except this time it’s more of a gulp. “I… uh…”
“Don’t be shy now.” I give her a wink and I have to wonder if I am having more than an effect on her, since now she’s cutely stumbling over her words. “You’ve seen me naked, and we shared an impromptu shower together with your cat clawing dangerously close to my nether region, so I doubt you can shock me any more today.”
“In the bedroom,” she blurts.
Except possiblythat.
