Page 91 of Fun Together
She chews on her bottom lip. “Yeah, we’re good. And that sounds good.”
“Did you like what we did?” I have to know she liked it. I know I did, but I don’t want her to be questioning anything. I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did.
She looks up at me and grins. “It was fun.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, unable to keep from touching her. “I’d like to have more fun, if you’re interested.”
“I’m interested,” she says.
“Come with me to my parents’ anniversary party next weekend.”
I meant to ask her to come over for dinner and swimming tomorrow night since I’m still dog-sitting, but this came out instead.
She furrows her brow. “Um, not exactly my idea of fun.”
“Why not?” I move her hair so that her shoulder is exposed.
“Would I be, like, your date?”
I press my lips against her shoulder. “You’d be myguest.”
She rolls her eyes. “Semantics.”
“You’ll like my family.” And my family will like her. I’m starting to think I know why I’ve never brought anyone home to meet them.
It’s because anyone else has never been Faye.
“I don’t do well in those situations.”
I caress the column of her neck, wanting to follow that pale blue vein snaking down under her jaw with my mouth. “Please?”
“You’re not playing fair. I’d do almost anything you say right now if you keep doing that.”She moves her head to the side, like she wants me to continue.
“So, you’ll come with me then?”
Her eyes are almost shut, and her skin is hot beneath my fingertips. I need her so badly. “I didn’t say that.”
“Let’s play a game. If I win, you come with me to the party.”
“And if I win?”
I slide my fingers into her hair and massage the base of her scalp. “You won’t win.”
“What’s the game?”
Great question. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Can we kiss while I figure it out?”
She gives me playful shove and then rests her hands against my waist. “We can’t kiss in here. What if someone sees us?”
She’s right. Probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get caught making out with a coworker on company time. “I just can’t wait to kiss you again.”
I feel her fingers hook inside the waistband of my pants. “Later,” she says, with a new type of smile that I seem to have unlocked. A naughty smile. But why wait until later to be naughty?
“Here’s the game. Go to the bathroom right now and take your underwear off. Hide it somewhere in theoffice where only I would find it. If I find it, you’re my date.”
“You are bad! When did you become such a deviant?”
“You haven’t said you won’t do it,” I challenge.
