“But this is how I like it,” she says, lifting her chin. “It’s my mess and if you don’t like it, you can leave. I don’t want any comments, I don’t want any help cleaning it up, and yes, it’s always like this.”
We all wait after she stops.
“That’s it,” she says.
“Well done, love,” Simon tells her. “Now I could really use a pair of socks.”
Love?
She laughs and steps back. “Of course. Come on in.”
We all file past her into the apartment.
The small apartment.
That is, in fact, a bit of a disaster.
I look around. All I can see are dresses. And shoes. But mostly dresses.
The sexy-as-hell dresses she always wears that remind me of Marilyn Monroe.
I love these fucking dresses.
The only time I’ve seen her out of them is when she wears jeans to hockey games. And fuck her hips and ass look amazing in fitted denim.
But yeah, I’ve had some really dirty thoughts about these dresses.
“Be right back,” Simon tells us as he ducks into what I assume is Elise’s bedroom.
I clench my jaw.
He spent the night. I’m just going to have to deal with that.
Hope Simon is cool with me pretending to be madly in love with his girlfriend for the next three months.
CHAPTER 12
Blake
“Elise,” I say, turning to face her, prepared to just spit it out.
But she’s still in the damned coat and her pajamas. I’m sure the coat is Aidan’s. She looks small in the coat. And she still looks a little dazed and definitely vulnerable and suddenly I can’t just pile this craziness on top of what just happened to her this morning.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower and change, too?” I ask.
She looks surprised. Probably because I’m typically not that nice.
“Good idea,” Aidan says, stepping forward. “I’ll make coffee. Do you want something to eat?”
She turns wide eyes from me to him. “I, uh…”
“Coffee’s always a good idea,” I say when she trails off. “I can go downstairs and get something from Luna.”
“Or I can make eggs or something,” Aidan offers.
“I can make eggs too,” I say. Stupidly.
Aidan shoots me a smirk. “That’s amazing. We can make eggs together.”