Page 13 of Sheets & Giggles
“And what about you? Why didn't you tell me you were an editor?”
“Well, you told me you were a writer. And when I meet a writer and say I’m an editor with one of the country’s biggest publishing houses, they inevitably expect me to open doors for them.”
“Ha! Turns out I already opened that door myself.”
“That you did.” He grins. “And it’s no wonder. Your writing is amazing.”
“You think so?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows. “You didn’t get…I don’t know…freaked out by it.”
He tilts his head a little to the side. “To be honest, it was weird reading it because it was so familiar. I actually ran it through the plagiarism checker because I thought I must have read it before, but seeing you in here answered that question for me.”
“And I wrote about you falling desperately in love with me and wanting me to have your babies,” I moan, dropping to the floor again and covering my face. “You must want to pack up your apartment and move again just to get away from me.”
Wrapping his hands around both my wrists, he pulls my hands away from my face and holds them in his. “I don’t want to run away, Ellie. I want to runtoyou. I know this thing that’s happening between us seems a little crazy—and straight out of a romance novel, it seems—but I’m all in. I want you. Actually, I want you even more than the guy you wrote about wants your heroine.”
A smile takes over my lips. “Really?”
“Really.” He gently tugs my arms so I’m sitting with him. “And I want you to have my babies too. But I’d like to marry you first.”
My mouth falls open. “Are you proposing to me on the boardroom floor after only being with me for a weekend?”
His shoulders bounce as he chuckles. “I almost did it over breakfast Sunday morning, then again when I was fucking you in the shower last night. I want you to be mine, Ellie. Now and forever. I’m in love with you.”
“This is mental. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do. But I know what I want. I don’t want to play games to get it.”
“Me either,” I say, placing my hands on either side of his face and leaning in.
“Is that a yes?”
I nod. “Yes. I love you too, Ashton. I’ll marry you.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he says, crashing his lips against mine as he leans over me and starts something highly inappropriate for a boardroom floor. Not that I care. I plan to do a thousand and one inappropriate things with this man, and now that I’m going to be his wife, I’ve got the rest of my life to come up with even more.
