Page 5 of Come Back to Bed
I point to my front door and then his. “Mine. Yours. I’ll get the lock for you.” I remove Dolly’s spare key from my keychain and unlock the door to 4B, leaving the key in the door. “Don’t forget to grab that when your hands are free. The spare key for the exterior door is in that tray on the console table.”
“Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“Sure thing.” I start making my way over to 4A and the bottle of pinot noir that I will be polishing off momentarily.
“Do you usually talk this much?”
I turn back to him and the annoying smirk on his annoying gorgeous face. “No. Not at all.”
“Good.”
“Do you usually talk more than this?”
He places the duffel bag, garment bag and guitar case on the floor and shrugs. “A bit.”
“Are you usually this big of a dick?”
“Nah, it’s kind of a new thing for me.”
“Well, I think you’ve found your calling.”
He picks Daisy up, pulls the key out of the lock and goes inside the apartment.
“Okay, enjoy your stay! It was wonderful to meet you—Daisy!”
The door shuts and I’m alone in the hallway, shaking my head and reaching my hand behind me, because I can somehow still feel his chest pressed up against my back.
The most interesting thing about the past ten minutes—I didn’t think about my boss once.
