Page 73 of Player For Hire

When the lobby was put back to rights and the garbage was cleared away, we both got back on the elevator.

Before we got to our floor, she turned to me. “I need to do some work. My brain is buzzing, but can I see you later?”

I drew her closer and dipped my head down to meet her lips. “Definitely. Looking for another lesson?”

I had to be all right with that, but I couldn’t help but ask.

She went up on her toes to meet my mouth in a sweet kiss. Not the usual heat and intensity that seemed to drive us both. This was the real Naomi and I gentled it even more to show her the real me.

She sighed into my mouth and raised her hand to touch my cheek. “No lessons. I just want to be with you.”

I touched my forehead to hers. “That sounds really good to me.”

The doors opened and I walked her backwards off the elevator, each kiss a little longer than the last. I inched her along the hallway past my door and down to the end of the hall to her door.

I pinned her there and my blood heated. “Don’t take too long.”

“I’ll write really fast.”

“You do that.”

“I will.” She said it between kisses. “Like super fast.”

“Good.” I gripped her hip, my fingers digging into the curve of her ass. I situated myself between her thighs to remind her where I liked to be best.

She moaned. “I really have to work.”

I eased back. “If you have to.”

She fumbled behind her back for the doorknob. “Super fast.”

“So you’ve said.” I grinned down at her. “I’ll even cook you dinner.”

Her eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yep. Anything you hate?”

“Nope. I’m good with anything.”

“Then it’s a date.”

She bit her lower lip. “A date.” The door opened and she giggled as she stumbled back. “How’s eight sound?”

“Eight it is.” I nibbled that lip for her, and then reluctantly, I backed up to let her go inside.

I had a menu to figure out. It had been a damn long time since I’d planned a date. Especially one this important.

CHAPTER 21

NAOMI

For the first time, writing was difficult. I’d slotted Colder so firmly into the teacher role that I hadn’t allowed myself to believe we could be more.

In such a few short days.

Was it just infatuation for both of us?

It had to be because we were getting caught up with the lessons. Somehow that had led to us sharing truths neither of us would usually give so easily to a new person.

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