Page 70 of Whatever Lola Wants

“We traded emergency keys a couple of years ago. It’s the one with the red rubber cover on it.”

“Oh, I wondered what that was for. But it can wait until you get home.”

“There’s no need,” Lola assured her. “The tools are in a case under the kitchen sink; just help yourself to whatever you need, and bring them back when you’re done.”

“Thanks, Lola. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Anytime.”

“I had a lot of fun with you and Anna the other night.”

“We did, too. We should definitely do it again.”

“My schedule is wide open,” Ginger offered, “so you just tell me when.”

“I’ll get with Anna and let you know. Since she’s hip deep in wedding details, she’s the one we’ll have to work around.”

“Maybe we can get her nice and loaded some night. You know, as stress relief.”

“That sounds like an excellent plan,” Lola said. “I’ll get with her, let you know when.”

“Works for me. I’m going to grab your tools now. And before he gets back, I’m going to buy Peter a set of his own. In pink.”

Lola laughed as the call disconnected, then turned her attention back to the contract in front of her, forcing herself to stay until she’d reviewed the full document. Finally satisfied it was ready to go, she fired off a quick email to her assistant with instructions to proceed, then shut down her computer. She locked up the files she’d had spread over her desk and flicked off the lights, suddenly wanting nothing more than a hot shower and food. And maybe, while she was waiting for the pizza to be delivered, she’d see if Simon was busy.

Head bent over her phone as she headed for the elevator, she didn’t notice the man in her path until she slammed into him.

“Ooof.” She bounced off a hard chest and would have fallen but for the hands grasping her upper arms.

She had a moment of panic before she caught the scent of soap and Simon. Speak of the devil.

“For such a little thing, you pack a punch.”

She tilted her head up, so pleased to see him she didn't even object to being called little. “Flatterer.”

Simon grinned, bending to press a kiss to her mouth. “Must be all those muscles,” he murmured, kissing her again, and she gave a little hum of delight.

“I was just thinking about you,” she told him. “Maybe I summoned you with the power of my mind.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I did have a sudden urge to see you.”

“Did you?” she asked, delighted. “Was this a general urge, or are there specifics?”

“Among other things, I believe pizza was involved.”

She blinked in surprise. “God, maybe I really do have mind powers. I was craving pizza.”

“No anchovies,” he warned.

She gave him her best pout. “It’s boring without them.”

“You can have the spicy sausage and banana peppers, but I draw the line at fish on my pie.”

“Well, if you’re going to be a wuss.”

He lifted her right off her feet to look her straight in the eye. “That will not work.” He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, then dropped her back down.

She rocked a bit on her heels, heart thumping. It always made her stomach flutter when he demonstrated just how much strength was packed into that muscled body. Especially when he was dressed, as he was now, in his working wardrobe of dress slacks and a silky shirt. “Maybe we could just get anchovies on half.”

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