Page 100 of By Invitation Only
Booker hooked his arm over my belly and pulled me to him. “Because of the circumstances.”
“How do they think you’re able to stay in the states?”
“Work VISA.”
“Oh, Lord,” I muttered and looked up at the white ceiling.
“It’s never been a problem because I usually go to Leeds.”
“They’ve never been here?”
“Only when I was in college.”
I thought for a few moments. “So you’ll introduce me as your girlfriend?”
“Yeah.” He grinned.
“And when they ask what I do for a living?”
“They won’t understand or care that it’s an issue.”
“So I’ll just go over for dinner a few times while they’re here. I have Christmas at my parents’ that’s already planned since my Yosemite idea is now a no go.”
“No, you’re staying every night in my bed, gorgeous.”
“I am not,” I protested.
“You are.”
“Booker,” I scolded softly. “I can’t be in your bed when your parents are under the same roof.”
“I’m thirty-four years old. I’m sure they know I’m not saving myself for marriage.”
“Still. It will be awkward.”
“It will be fine.”
“We aren’t having sex,” I stated.
Booker laughed hard and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. “We will, but just think, when we go to Sensation for New Year’s Eve, you can be as loud as you want to be.”
