Page 70 of Falling for the Bad Boy
I let out a half laugh, making her cheek bounce off my chest before she settled against me again. “Sorry, that’s kind of funny. I’d be happy to be your creepy sleep stalker. Does it pay well enough for me to stay in the States?”
Her mouth turned down. “How much time do we have left?”
“A couple more weeks. I thought about enrolling for another class and trying to extend my student visa, but I don’t know if I have enough time.”
“That’s a great idea. Why don’t you do that?”
I propped myself up, resting my head on my hand. “I can’t be a student forever. I’m already in debt for my tuition so adding to the balance of my loan isn’t going to help in the long run.”
“I can use my trust money to?—”
“No. Absolutely not.” There was no way I’d let her bankroll me. I wasn’t going to mooch off my girlfriend. I’d either figure something out on my own or suffer the consequences. “Even if I have to go home for a little while, I can still apply for jobs here. There’s a chance it could still work out.” A slim chance. Once I got home the odds of finding a job in the States would dwindle.
“There’s got to be a way. Are you sure I can’t have Macy and Mitch put out some feelers?”
I didn’t want to be some charity case, and I didn’t want to be indebted to Trinity’s friends. “Give me one more week. If nothing comes through by this time next week, I’ll be desperate enough to take all the leads I can get, okay?”
She flung an arm over my chest. “I don’t want to let you go. Why can’t your family set up an office here? You could be in charge of imports and distribution. Or”—she flung the sheet off and sat up in bed—“I’ve got an idea.”
Dread settled in my chest. She still thought my family owned a vineyard. “What’s that?”
Her arms spread wide. “You should apply at a wine importer. Think about it. You can pave the way for your family to start exporting their wine to the States.”
Not even the sight of her naked torso could rouse me from the well of lies I’d fallen into. “Yeah, I don’t know about that. I can check it out.”
“I’ve got to go.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’m meeting my brother for coffee this morning.”
“You’re not going to ask him about a job for me, are you?”
She pulled on her bra then yanked her shirt on over her head. “I’m not planning on it, but if it comes up…”
“Trinity,” I warned.
“Yes?” Crawling toward me on all fours, she grinned.
“One more week before you start rousing the big guns, okay?”
She held her pointer finger up and kissed it then gently placed it on my lips. “One more week. I promise.”
Sighing, I watched her gather the rest of her things.
“Are you working tonight?”
“Yeah. I told Wyatt I’d take as many shifts as he could give me over the next few weeks.”
“I’ll stop by the bar later.” She slung her purse strap over her shoulder. “Mind if I stay over again?”
“I’d love that.” Did I mind? Hell no. I’d take whatever time I had left with her. With a tight fist feeling like it was closing around my heart, I called out. “Hey, Trinity?”
“Yes?” She whirled around as she reached the door.
I drank her in. “Nothing. Just wanted to look at you one more time.”
“You know, if that liquor distributor thing doesn’t work out, I think you’ve really got a future as a creepy sleep watcher.”
“I’ll see if I can find any openings for that on LinkedIn.”
She lifted her hand to her lips and blew a kiss. Then disappeared through the door and was gone.
