Page 141 of His White Moonlight
“Wrenly has no stamina or patience.That’s what happened.You saw the dress options and her expressions.She wasn’t into it at all, which is a shame.We could have bought so much more.”
I snorted.“You’re just thinking about your bonus.”
“There’s no shame in earning a fair wage for services rendered.I put up with your complaining for seven hours straight.”
“Not straight.I couldn’t talk when you gave me that granola bar, which doesn’t count as a meal, by the way.”
She looked at Bennett.
“She's hormonal and needs some sugar.Good luck with her tonight.”Then she turned to me.“That dress had better be in perfect condition when you arrive at the auction on Saturday.I want pictures, Bennett.”
She exited the office, and I closed my eyes.“How did you survive her on your own?”
His chuckle teased my ears.
“Are you regretting your choice of a maybe-friend?”
“Not really.She had the patience I lacked.And the dress isn’t awful.”
“What about the shoes?”
“I hate those.There’s no way I’ll be able to run in them.”
“If you need to run, just tell me.I’ll carry you.”
“Or…I could take them off and run barefoot.If my feet recover by then.”
His hands suddenly clasped my ankles and lifted my legs.My eyes flew open as he sat down and plucked off a shoe.
“Stop that.What are you?—?”
A groan escaped me at the first press of his thumb into the arch of my foot.
I closed my eyes and let him have his way with my dying appendage until he touched my toes.With a squeal, I jerked my foot away from him and lifted my head to glare.
“I didn’t know,” he said, trying and failing to hide his smile.“It won’t happen again.”
When he reached for my foot, I reluctantly let him have it.He went back to the kind of rubbing I liked.With one last warning look, I relaxed again.
The second shoe came off, and I melted into the couch.When he started kneading my calves, I didn’t even think to stop him.It felt too good.Until he accidentally brushed the skin behind one of my knees.Something happened—a bolt of electric awareness of him…his hands…his heat…shot straight through me.
I scrambled off the couch.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back on the couch.
I stood there, debating whether to grab my shoes or just run barefoot like I’d threatened.
“Give me five minutes,” he said roughly.“We’ll stop for ice cream on the way home.”
His stillness gave me enough confidence to creep closer.
Just as I was bending to pick up my shoes, his arm hooked around my waist, and he pulled me onto his lap.
“No lunch with me next week if you let me hold you ten minutes.”
My pulse leapt, and I started pushing at his shoulders.My gaze darted to the open window as he dipped his head to the side of my neck.
“Five minutes,” he begged.
