Page 56 of Foreplay with the Boss

She shook herself out of whatever daze she’d been in and smiled. “Nice to meet you, too. Kat, was it?”

“Next time I’ll be wearing more clothes, I promise.” I lowered my eyebrows. “Not that there will be a next time, but if there is, I will be wearing more, and…I’m just…going to stop talking now.” If my skin blazed any hotter, I’d set what little clothes I was wearing on fire.

Jameson pressed a kiss to my temple. “Would now be a good time to rub in the fact that this is all because you took my phone?” I smacked his arm. “Jerk.” Then I turned to his mom, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean that. Well, I didn’t exactly not mean that, but?—”

“But he was being a jerk,” she said, matter-of-factly. “He does that once in a while.”

“Mom.”

She shrugged, a smile curving her lips, her entire demeanor changing. Now she was looking at me like I was an adorable woodland creature.

“Uh-oh. She’s getting ideas.” Jameson stepped in front of me. “Mom, why don’t you make yourself at home. Kat and I are going to go get dressed, and then we’ll be right back.”

“Kat, will you be joining us for dinner?”

“Oh, no,” I said, as Jameson said, “Might as well.”

He and I looked at each other. I figured he’d want to usher me out as quickly as possible.

“It’s settled, then,” Angela said. “Maybe I’ll just call in D’Angelos since it seems you two aren’t really dressed for dinner.”

“Please,” Jameson said, then he nudged me toward his bedroom, and I wasn’t sure what to do with the dizzy, surreal sensation swirling through me.

If I’d known I’d be meeting his mom, I would’ve prepared. I would’ve…well, at least had on freaking clothes. The pressure was on to make a better second impression.

Don’t freak out. It’s not like it matters in the long run. You’re only here for a little while longer…

Instead of making me feel better it made my heart knot.

Crap, I was getting attached, making too much of this. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to meet his mom. If she was as lovely as she seemed, it’d only mess with my head and make me start thinking things that I shouldn’t. Jameson made it very clear this was temporary. And I had another life in another place.

Even if that life now looked dull in comparison. But this wasn’t real life. This was sneaking around and raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fantasy snapshot, missing the rest of the picture with ups and downs and growing further apart.

“Kat?” Jameson gently tipped my chin up, meeting my gaze. “Am I losing you?”

“Eventually, yeah.”

His expression turned serious. “Right. I meant right now, though. Don’t freak out. It’s okay.”

“How is it okay? I mean look at me!” I gestured to myself.

“I’m a fan. If I had my way, you’d wear that to the office. Then again, I’d miss the tight skirts and heels, so maybe this could just be casual Friday attire.”

I tilted my head. “Could you be serious for a second?” “I’m dead serious.”

I shoved his arm, but he didn’t so much as wobble. Stupid hot guy and his stupid muscles and his even stupider smile that made me want to forget we weren’t alone in the house and climb him like a tree.

He drew me to him and brushed his thumb across my cheekbone, calming the panic and sending it to the background. “My mom’s well aware of the fact that I’m not celibate.”

“You’re getting colder on things that’ll make me feel better.” “Look, she’s great, and you’re great, and I know you two will get on fairly well. It actually makes me hesitate, because then you two can gang up on me, and you’ve already got an unfair advantage as it is…” He moved his hands down to my butt. “But if you want to leave, you can take one of my cars.”

How was I dating—er, having sexy fun times with—a guy who had several cars? Was this even real life?

“But I’d really like you to stay.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Stay,” he whispered, and I knew that I’d not only stay, I’d do just about anything he asked me to.

Which was as terrifying as it was thrilling.

CHAPTER 32

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