Page 120 of A Lesson for Laurel

She had a point.

“Still, why don’t you think on it for a day or so,” he said. “If he knows about this lawsuit, it might work in your favor that they think you aren’t bothered.”

“I guess you’ve got a point.”

She walked over to the air fryer, checked on the fries, and then pushed them back in and grabbed a plate to go to the deck.

He got up and pulled out plates and the rolls, grabbed a beer that she kept here for him, and set the table.

“I could get used to us having dinner together during the week,” he said.

“Me too,” she said. “This might be a nice test having you here for the week. Not saying you have to do it all the time. I know you’ve got your place and all. Space is good too.”

He grinned. “It is. And I do have my place. We can just play it by ear. I’ve got clothes for a week and I can just wash them to stay longer if I need to.”

She grinned and then winked but continued to eat and say nothing else.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting either.

That she’d need or want him so much that she’d ask him to stay?

Didn’t he hate all of that from Rachelle in the past? The pressure she put on him and their relationship. Yet with Laurel, he found he might be looking for more of it.

They finished dinner and he cleaned up while she went to take a shower and came back down in a tank top and shorts. A different pair than she’d had on when he’d shown up.

“I’m hot after being in front of the grill and moving around.”

She didn’t have a bra on, her nipples popping through.

“Are you sure it’s not me making you hot?”

She giggled. “You might be right. I’m glad you’re here. Why don’t you show me how glad you are to be here.”

“I can do that,” he said, getting up from the couch and following her up the stairs. “I think you need to keep that tank top on. It’s crazy sexy.”

Her hair was piled on her head, and the nude-colored tank top matched her skin color and made it appear as if she had nothing on at all.

It was a soft fitted cotton hugging her body. The black cotton shorts she had on almost had her ass cheeks peeking out and he realized she’d put that on to make him burn.

She did a little turn and then wiggled her ass at him.

“Do you like these shorts too? They are sleep shorts. Nothing on under them.”

His hands went to them. There were little curves on the sides going up her legs and his fingers slid under and touched her bare skin.

“If you slept in that you wouldn’t get much sleep either,” he said.

“Which is why I’m showing them to you now,” she said. “Most times I put them on after I take a shower at night and don’t plan on doing anything else.”

“We are going to do something though,” he said. His fingers moved out and then grabbed the bottom of the tiny shorts and pulled them down.

She had one hell of a body on her.

Her skin was smooth, the globes of her ass just perfect. Enough that he had to cup and squeeze them tight.

“I like it when you’re a little rough like that,” she said.

He let go of her skin and saw the pink imprints of his fingers left behind.