Page 62 of Bargain With the Boss
And turned on.
And comforted.
What the hell was this man doing to me?
I finally stepped away from him and the loss of his arms ramped up that confusion. I wasn’t a touchy kind of person and this man was always putting himself in my space.
“Hungry?”
I frowned and met his gaze. “You don’t want to go home?”
“No. I’m hungry.”
“You’re very confusing.”
“I’m very capable of surviving even if I want you...horizontal, was it?”
I sighed and pushed him away then opened the door.
He laughed and waited for me to get in so he could close the door. The fact that he was always worried about taking care of me added another annoyance. I wasn’t supposed to be getting distracted by him. And I certainly wasn’t supposed to have sex with him.
Surely it had to be just the physical needs. I’d been so busy for the last few years that dating often fell by the wayside. Theonly men I’d actually dated lately had been ones I knew through work functions.
Maybe I needed to sleep with him simply to do something for me that had nothing to do with Seattle or my mother.
Because my body certainly thought it was a good idea. I was about three seconds away from an actual orgasm just from making out with him, for God’s sake. That never happened.
More often than not I was the only one who could make me climax. And that was hit or miss.
Usually because I was too damn tired to care.
“Food sounds good,” I said quietly.
He turned the car on. “Want to stay in the Cove or go elsewhere?”
“Your choice.”
I was tired of making them.
He pulled back onto River Road, heading back into town.
Except, he didn’t. A sprawling restaurant on the lake came into view. As he pulled into the parking lot, I spotted a massive boat with a number of women coming and going down a gangway. Were they carrying books?
When we parked, I noticed a sign near a tree festooned with balloons, ribbons, and mason jar lights. Groups of people were gathered around tables, books in hand.
“Emma is at it again,” Xavier murmured.
I glanced at him. “Is that a signing?”
“Probably. We have a few authors in Crescent Cove these days. It’s brought a lot more readers to the area. Emmaline is Mason’s wife. She is all about the events during the summer months.” He got out and came around to open my door—again.
I was getting too used to this kind of treatment.
“Want to go get a book signed?”
“No, that’s okay. I was just surprised.” I looked up at him. “How do you know all these things?”
“It’s my business to know. Helps us make choices about the properties we buy.”
