Page 82 of Broken Dreams
“Just that I’m going to really be a legend now.”
I roll my eyes. Typical man. “Yeah, I’m sure once I tell everyone you sat in a bathtub and sang Celine Dion, everyone will fall at your feet.”
“You sang, not me.”
“That’s not the story they’ll hear.”
He gets to his feet, coming in front of me, his hands rest on my hips. “What else will you tell them? That I held you all night? That I kissed you in the morning? That I wanted to do so much more and hope we will soon?”
My heart beats faster and there’s no hiding the fact that his words excite me. “None of that. I’ll tell them you were a perfect gentleman.”
His lips move lower, just brushing against mine in the most delicious way. “You do that and I’ll have to prove otherwise—publicly.”
“Hmm, I’d like to see you try it.”
Yes, Addison, real smart. Tell the man to defile you in some way publicly.
“Don’t challenge me, Addy. I always rise to challenges.” I clear my throat and try to step back, but he pulls me tight. “And I win.”
I don’t doubt that. However, I have to regain control of this before I end up naked on my floor. Judging by the way he’s staring at me, he might be wanting the same thing. I put my hands on his chest. “I’m sure you do, but that wasn’t a challenge. It was, however, a belated thank you for coming last night and staying.”
“It was nothing.”
His arms loosen and I step back, letting out a heavy breath through my nose. “It wasn’t nothing to me. It means a lot.”
He shrugs. “Anything for you.” His phone pings and he looks at his watch. “I have to go, will you be okay?”
I nod. “Yes, I’m going to shower and pick up Elodie in an hour.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow at drop-off?”
“I’ll be there.”
He takes my face in his hands and brings his lips to mine. “I think this is my favorite part of our arrangement.”
“What?”
“Kissing you.”
And then he leaves, I stand here, staring at the door wondering what the hell I’m going to do now.
eighteen
GRADY
“Why the fuck is everyone looking at me?” I ask Rowan and Asher as we’re sitting in Sugarlips.
“Oh, I don’t know, because you slept at Addison’s house,” Asher tosses back.
I put my fork down and lean back. “Seriously?”
Rowan laughs. “Dude, she’s like the town’s princess. She does charity work, is a good mom, is practically a part of the Arrowood family. You’re the first guy she’s ever had sleep at her house, what did you think?”
“That maybe they’d be happy for us.”
Although, all of this leaves me wondering what the hell is going to happen when we break off this agreement.
Asher snorts. “Not a chance.”
