Page 49 of Holding On

He nods. "Specifically, what kind of ride you like. A rough ride, like a truck." He says 'rough' in a sexy tone, his eyes on mine. "Or a smooth, gentle ride, like a luxury sedan." Again, he says it flirtatiously.

I'm suddenly feeling very warm, imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. Would it be rough? Gentle? What would his body feel like? Those hard muscles. Those large hands.

"You sticking with your answer?" he asks.

I wake from my fantasy. "Um, yeah. A mix of both."

He smiles, knowing his words got to me.

"Is it my turn?" I ask.

"Go ahead."

"Top or bottom?"

As expected, my question doesn't faze him. He's very confident. I think it takes a lot to embarrass him.

"Are we talking bunkbeds?" he asks.

Damn, he's good. A quick thinker.

"Yeah, bunkbeds," I say. "Do you like the top or bottom bunk?"

"Both. Preferably, I like to try both in the course of a night."

I swallow, my mind once again imagining the two of us together, him on top, and then me. We need to get off this naughty line of questioning before this night turns into more than just two friends hanging out. Not that I wouldn't like more than that, but I shouldn't go there. He's my boss. And he's Ethan Baxter, who admitted he's not looking for a committed relationship. Then again, neither am I so maybe a quick fling wouldn't be so bad.

"Was that it?" he asks. "Or did you have more questions?"

"Action or comedy? What's your favorite type of movie?"

"Action, with a spy element. Like secret agents. That type of thing. But I also like comedies."

"I love comedies but a good spy thriller is awesome too." I pause to think of my next question. "Popcorn or candy? What do you eat when watching movies?"

"Popcorn. But I don't know how to make anything other than the microwave kind and I don't like that kind so if I'm watching at home, I usually just snack on chips or nothing at all. But if I'm at the movies, it's definitely popcorn."

"I like popcorn too. And I agree, the microwave stuff isn't that good but I still eat it because it's easy to make."

We continue asking each other questions for the next half hour. Ethan keeps his questions free of any sexual innuendo and so do I. I think those questions were getting us both too aroused.

"Should we go watch the movie? I'm done with the pizza but if you're not, there's no rush."

"I'm done."

As I go to clean up, Ethan says, "Just leave it. I'll get it later."

"I don't mind." I take the plates to the sink.

"Becca, I don't want you feeling like you have to clean when you're not working."

"I'm putting a couple plates in the dishwasher. It's not that difficult. You can get the movie started. I'll be there in a minute."

As he leaves, I gather our snacks and drinks. I bring them to the living room and set them on the coffee table, but then move Ethan's drink to the end table so he can reach it better. It's hard for him to bend forward with his leg up.

Ethan's on the couch so I take the chair that's next to it.

"Why are you sitting over there?" he asks.

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