Page 6 of Sheets & Giggles
“Tell me what you do for a crust,” she says, biting the salad off her fork. I watch the way her lips move, mesmerized by how pink they are.What is it about this woman?
“I’d rather ask you why you keep watching me through your peephole. My work deals mostly with me trying to force people to do their jobs when they don’t want to. So, it’s highly uninteresting to discuss. A neighbor spying on another neighbor, nowthat’ssomething I want to talk about.”
Her cheeks blaze red yet again. “You saw that?”
“I could see the shadow of your feet under your door.”
“Hmm,” she says, chewing thoughtfully. “I probably wasted my time holding my breath then.”
I burst out laughing. She’s so unexpected. “I guess so. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
She lifts her eyes to mine. “I was trying to see if you were banging one woman or if there were many,” she admits.
I can’t even hold back the grin of disbelief that spreads across my face. “That’s…interesting.”
“Crazy, you mean? But it was research, I swear.”
“For your articles for women about things women like?”
She giggles. “I was curious about the banging and well, the man who was creating it and…” She shrugs.
“And now it turns out that the man is just a man, and the banging is just pipes, and the woman is a housekeeper. How disappointing for you.”
“Honestly, this is better. I was starting to think Leona was a robot or something because she was walking upright after all that alleged banging.”
Now all I’m thinking about is banging her…
“You seem pretty invested in my sex life.”
“Or lack thereof,” she teases. “Not that I can talk. My sex life is nonexistent.”
“I could probably help you with that,” I blurt, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. But fuck it, she’s sexy as hell, and I want her. And if she’s got an itch, I want to be the guy who scratches it.
Her eyes dance with interest as she grins across at me. “Are you offering to be my fuck buddy, Ashton?”
I let out a laugh. “I think I am, Ellie. If you’re interested.”
She narrows one eye as she tilts her head to the side. “I’m interested,” she says. “But can I think about it?”
I make a show of checking my watch. “Of course,” I say, flashing her my best I-didn’t-just-totally-put-myself-out-there-and-feel-fucking-vulnerable-now grin. “Take all the time you need.”
