Page 50 of Maid For Each Other

I texted:I THOUGHT WE ALREADY WENT OVER THIS

I was surprised she was bringing it up because I thought we’d settled it in the car.

Abi:I know but I started thinking about the way you’re paying me a lot of money for this and I just want to make sure you know that I wasn’t trying to make something happen in hopes of increasing your debt to me.

She’d been a constant surprise since I met her yesterday, and this was no exception.

I sent:IS THIS KEEPING YOU AWAKE? IS YOUR GUILTYCONSCIENCE MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO SLEEP IN MY VERY COMFORTABLE BED?

She replied:Haha nothing could keep me from sleep in this bed. It is ridiculously comfortable. Jealous?

I sent:HELL YES

Abi:Well thanks for being cool tonight

I replied:AS OPPOSED TO HOW UNCOOL I’VE BEEN SO FAR?

Abi:Yes

I turned on the lamp and texted:WELL THANKS FOR NOT BEING A PAIN IN THE ASS TONIGHT

Abi:As opposed to how big of an ass pain I’ve been so far?

I replied:YES

Abi:It was hard but for 40K…

Bullshit, I thought, wanting to give her credit for being driven by more than just money.

I texted:I’M FAIRLY CERTAIN NO AMOUNT OF MONEY COULD TAME YOUR BRAT FACTOR SO I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT

She texted:You’re welcome.

Suddenly I was wide-awake again. Surely it had nothing to do with my roommate’s texts and how seeing her name on my phone made me think of her mouth.

Good God, it’d been some kind of a kiss.

Her teasing words had been like a match, sparking something wild that I’d been helpless to stop. One minute I’d been fine, and the next it was like my senses were drowning in the smell of her perfume, the plumpness of her lower lip, the squinting of those amber eyes as she looked up at me.

And fucking whispered,don’t disappoint me.

I’d absolutely lost my cool.

But I also blamedherfor kissing like that.

The second my lips were on hers, she had been all in, kissing me back like she was starving and my mouth was the only thing she needed. Like she’d been waiting her entire life for that moment.

I swear to God I’d never experienced a kiss like that.

It was dangerous.

Especially when every cell in my body vibrated at the thought of more.

Fucking knock it off.

I texted:DO YOU MIND IF I GO TO THE KITCHEN FOR A SANDWICH?

And a tumbler of Scotch for me to use as a night-night potion because I can’t stop thinking about your kiss?

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