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“It was a good start, but we have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Yes, but if we plan to go again, I think we both need some sustenance.”
She put her hands over my ass, lightly rubbing the round cheeks. “You’re probably right, but I wanna just stay here with my hands on your ass and my face in your breasts.” She pressed her face between my breasts, rubbing her nose and chin over my sternum.
I tugged at her hair and stared into her sparkling brown eyes. The slight turn at the corners of her mouth sent butterflies flitting around my stomach. The longer I looked, something stirred within me. I didn’t want to let go.
Chapter 25
Amy
“Miss Lindsey,” James crooned as he knocked on the door while walking through it. “Good morning.” He stopped and grimaced. “Rough night? Girl, they make creams for those bags, ya know?”
I chuckled. “I think I have some. I don’t care, though.”
He sat and pulled the chair as close to the desk as it would go, then leaned toward me, palm flattened across the desk calendar. “Amy, are you smiling?”
Turning from my computer screen, I cocked my head. “What an odd thing to ask. I can’tsmile?”
“Honestly, I didn’t know if your face had the muscle memory for it.”
I grabbed the first thing I could reach and chucked it at him; luckily, it was a box of tissues. He caught it with cat-like reflexes and slammed it to the desk.
“Seriously, look at you. Whoareyou and what have you done with my salty ass, bad bitch boss?” He craned his neck and cupped his mouth. “Miss Lindsey, has anyone seen Miss Lindsey?”
“Oh my God, stop. Do you have messages for me or something?”
“No, I did email you current sales stats and the calendar for next week. I was just popping in to be sure you didn’t need anything, but you look just fine, minus the eye puffiness. Oh! You have a meeting next week with the artist for next month’s exhibition, as well as with Ms. Santos.”
I froze. “Ms. Santos?”
James nodded and waved his hand. “Of course. It’s the halfway mark of the show. It’s just for an update. Ohh…” He paused with wide eyes. “Should I cancel? Reschedule?” He gripped the edge of the desk.
I shook my head. “No, no. You’re right. It’s business. Nothing to worry about. It’ll be professional and quick. Just be sure I have all the figures ahead of time so I can give an update and move on with the day.” My foot shook beneath the desk. “Right?”
“Oh, absolutely. I’ll have everything ready for you. So, how are things there?”
I turned to my computer, hoping to at least partially hide the shit-eating grin on my face. “Okay, I guess.”
“Ha!” He smacked the desk, then leaned forward again. “Look at you. You’re practically glowing, minus the drowsy eyes. Which I assume came from her?”
Giving up trying to hide, I turned to face him. “Yes. We said no sleepovers on weeknights, but I couldn’t let her leave.”
“Oh, she had too much to drink.”
“Well, not exactly.” I leaned back in my chair, threading my hands through my hair. “I didn’t want her to leave. We actually had very little to drink. Although, she did bring some Blue Moons.”
James grinned. He knew Blue Moon was my favorite. He waved me on with my story.
“Well, she grabbed sushi, beer, and we had lost time to make up for. So, we ended up having sushi in bed in between other things.” Heat filled my cheeks.
“Amy, are you blushing? What universe am I in?”
“What if I am? Is that so bad? I like her, okay? I really fucking like her. Why is this suddenly some sort of conspiracy or something?” Frustrated at Lucy, and now James, I threw my hands in the air.
James leaned back in his chair; palms held up in surrender. “Miss Lindsey, my apologies. I’ll have your lunch in a while.” He started to stand so I waved him down.
“James, stop. Sit. I’m sorry.” Blowing a breath through puffed cheeks, I continued, “I don’t know why I lost my cool. I’m sorry. You’re right. This isn’t like me. But I dunno, James, she does things to me. Makes me feel fuzzy. Tingly. Like a teenage dream, ya know?”
