Page 42 of Sassy Love
A vision I’m sure will scar him for life. At the least, traumatize him to the point he might actually quit Serenity and leave me to my peace...
Standing butt-naked, I’m indecisive for the first time in my life.
Chapter 12
LAWSON
Lamont is naked andalmostcovered by my throw blanket. The door closes behind me as I stand stunned.
Recovering, I drop my key into the bowl.
“No towels,” she chokes out. Her damp strands of long blonde hair hang over her chest, only barely shielded by the blanket.
I half expect her to drop the blanket in some sort of sassy statement and stalk to where she needs to go next. But tight browns pin me where I’m rooted to the spot as I fight the blood rushing south and the lancing breaths that have nothing to do with my five-mile run. I pull one earbud from my ear, slowly. Then the next. Our gaze doesn’t break.
“If you don’t mind.” Her expression finally breaks, turning to annoyance.
“Right,” I mutter, turning back to face the door.
Soft footsteps pad away, and I press a hand to the door, letting my forehead drop to the cool wood. My entire body is on fire at the sight of her.
Serelle, what the hell were you thinking?
Right now, I’m praying Lamont used the last of the hot water, because I need a frigid fucking shower. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I push off the door and slide it out.
Ma.
How’s the work retreat going?
How doeslustful dumpster firesound?
Fine.
Hmmm. What’s wrong?
Nothing. It’s exactly as I expected.
Well, almost. The stray thoughts that have been invading my head tangling Lamont and me together are a little disturbing.
Inappropriate.
Intense . . .
Do you think it will work? To improve your working relationship, that is?
I have no idea, Ma. Here’s hoping.
Also, your brother wants you to confirm your numbers for the Thanksgiving dinner.
Shit, I forgot about Reed and Ruby’s Thanksgiving banquet. It’s an annual thing. One of the original events they started hosting when Rubes helped Reed turn the ranch into a vacation destination slash working ranch.
Oh sure, I’ll be there.
Only RSVPing for one, my love?
My gaze flickers toward the bathroom unconsciously. I shake my head, dislodging that particular thought before it takes hold.
Just one. Gotta go, Ma. Love you.
