Page 7 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I grunted in horror because I didn’t want him to smell my morning breath—and I certainly didn’t want to smell his—and he just laughed as he leaned back.
Winter stared into my eyes with a soft smile playing on his lips as he traced my cheek, forehead, and chin with his fingertips. The light touch felt good, and my eyes slipped closed before I could stop them.
He kept up the light touches for a long time before he whispered, “I really need to get up. I want to get there a little early so I can talk to my boss.”
My eyes flew open. “For your two-weeks’ notice?”
He nodded. “You still sure about that?”
I was surprised he kept asking me. Why in the world wouldn’t I be sure about hiring him? He was not only an amazing person, but a good worker, a hard worker. Of course I wanted him to work with me. “Absolutely.”
He nodded, looking serious, so I pulled a Winter and pecked his lips quickly. I couldn’t believe I was risking it without brushing my teeth yet, but the move made his grin come back, so I couldn’t regret it.
“I’ll get a contract together today so you can look it over at dinner.”
“Sounds perfect.” He kissed my lips, then my cheek, then my forehead before slowly climbing out of bed.
He stretched his arms over his head, and I couldn’t help but stare at the sliver of skin showing under his rising shirt. Mm. He was so yummy.
Winter suddenly bent over at the waist, elbows on the bed so his face was close to mine, grinning like an idiot. “Were you checking me out, sir?”
I snorted. “Obviously.”
He barked a laugh, winked, and straightened. “Good to know. I’ll see you later. Text me when you know what time you want me to come over.”
“I will. Let me know how it goes with your boss.”
He groaned. “Yeah… I’ll text you in a bit. Fingers crossed he doesn’t scream at me.”
I cringed. “Does your boss do that?”
He shrugged, heading for the door. “Sometimes. No big deal.”
I didn’t think it wasno big deal. No one should be screaming at their employees, but I didn’t say that out loud.
Goliath climbed up the bed to lick my face, making me laugh as I petted him. “Ewww!! You were licking my feet a minute ago!”
“He licked mine too.”
My nose wrinkled in horror. “Oh my god! Eeeewwwwwwwwww!!! That’s disgusting!!”
Winter laughed. “Are my feet really that bad?”
“Yes! All feet are gross!”
He continued to laugh but patted his leg. “Come on, boy. You can maul him later tonight. Let’s go for a walk.”
At the wordwalk, Goliath’s ears perked up, and then he leapt off the bed, looking like some kind of frenzied deer, tumbled across the floor, found his footing, and then took off for the stairs, making me chuckle.
Winter gave me a wink before he followed after the hyper dog.
Odin yawned and stretched above my head, then just tucked himself back into a little ball, not caring one bit about the chaos that’d just happened. I gave him a pat, stretched, and reached up to scratch Sola’s neck, then finally pulled myself out of bed as well.
As much as I wanted to take the day off after the very busy and gnome-filled weekend we’d had, I had clients counting on me today.
So… it was time to get ready for work.
After I was through with my morning rituals and was fresh out of the shower and dressed for the day, I headed downstairs to find something for breakfast. Sola rode on my shoulder whileOdin rubbed all over my legs, almost tripping me and murdering me on my staircase—as usual. I was pretty sure that was the job of most cats. And probably dogs too.
