Page 114 of Unspoken Rules

“If you need to get that, you can,” Jessie says absently, his eyes laser-focused on what he’s drawing.

I shake my head. “Just spam.”

I turn off the vibration on my phone. If he’s calling one after another, this is going to be an all-day affair. I need to block his number later. I should do it now, but I don’t want to be on my phone, even if it is only for a few seconds.

When the day is done, I grab my stuff and unlock my phone to the rideshare app but see a text from Cole that I open first.

Cole: Left early. I’m picking you up from work.

I grin as I ride the jam-packed elevator to the first floor. We all flood out the front doors at the same time. I spot Cole’s giant truck in the visitor parking lot and head that way. I’m barely in the truck before he’s grasping my face and kissing me breathlessly.

“What a way to get picked up from work,” I say when I sit back in my seat. “What was that for?”

“I missed you.”

I smile as I put my seatbelt on. Cole drives off, eying all the people walking out of the building.

“Everyone leaves at four?”

“Most of the designers do.”

“Made any friends yet?”

I roll my eyes. “Like it’s my first day at school.”

He chuckles and turns onto the main road.

“I’m guessing we’re going to the house first?”

“Yep. I have to change. Want to look good for you.”

I roll my eyes. “You always look good, Cole.”

He glances at me from the corner of his eye, grinning. “You think so?”

“Yeah, along with everyone else on the planet.”

“Oh, please.”

“It’s true and you know it.”

He tries to hide his smile, but it doesn’t work. “Maybe I know it…”

I slap his arm playfully.

When we get to the house, we go to our rooms to get ready. I change into different clothes—charcoal grey plaid pants and a white button up. I fix my hair a little. I would usually get a haircut around now, as it’s getting long enough to fall in my eyes, but I’m liking the way it looks. It has a slight curl to it at this length, and truthfully, I love when Cole runs his fingers through it or pulls on it to guide me on his dick. When I’m done, I head downstairs and wait for Cole. I grab a beer. When he comes downstairs, I choke.

“Jesus,” I mutter. “How do you look so good?”

His navy blue slacks fit him too well. They look almost too small. Same with the white button up.

He grins at me, showing off his gorgeous smile, and I swoon.

“I won’t be surprised if I’m mistaken for a troll when I go out with you,” I mutter. “Should probably come up with a few riddles now, to prepare.”

He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “Well, you’re my troll, baby.”

He kisses my neck, and his cologne smells so good. His lips trail up my neck and along my jaw. I’m growing hard in my pants and so is he. Cole groans when I grind against him, gripping his sides to hold him close.

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