Page 47 of Show Me How
“I’m attracted to you too,” I squeak.
I’ve done a terrible job of hiding that, but at least he doesn’t tease me about it.
“Finish your list tonight, and I’ll make one too. We’ll go through them together and go from there.”
“And you’re sure nothing else is off limits?”
“Fucking positive,” he confirms.
“I’ll trust you, then.”
He chuckles. “Do you feel better now?”
“I do. Thank you for calling. I didn’t mean to be so obvious about how I was feeling earlier.”
“You weren’t.”
“So, you just guessed?”
“It’s like I told you. I’ve been paying attention.”
I turn onto my side and drop my phone beside my head. “Thank you, Shade.”
“No thank yous. It makes this feel fucking creepy,” he says.
“You’re not wrong.”
“It’s a friendly act.”
“Friends with benefits, is what I think it’s called.”
“Nah, that’s not accurate. We’re not hooking up. I’m just your friendly neighbourhood sex coach,” he teases.
I roll my lips together, trapping a laugh. “And you thought a thank you was creepy.”
“I’m hanging up now. I’ll see you tomorrow.With your list.”
“With my list,” I confirm.
“Good night, Millie.”
With a soft smile, I whisper, “Good night, Shade.”
14
SHADE
Any minute now,Millie’s going to get up out of that spinning chair and say something to me.
I’ve been waiting for her to mention our conversation last night since I arrived this morning to find her already pacing in front of the door. She didn’t spare a look at the coffee I handed over before gulping it down and rushing to that damn spot behind the desk.
The nervous energy around her is so charged it could spark if poked a bit too hard. She stares down at the paperwork in front of her, foot tapping to a quick beat. She’s wearing the shoes with the fancy red bottoms today and, for the first time since I’ve met her, a pair of tight, black pants instead of a skirt. They’re doing wonders for the legs I’m already too fucking obsessed with, as if they needed another reason to draw my eye.
Today was slow in the studio for me. I finished with my only booking an hour ago, having cut a chunk off the estimated time we’d booked for the half sleeve. My back may hurt like a bitch from sitting hunched over for six hours, but I’m nowhere near ready to head upstairs to bed yet.
Stretching out, I raise my arms above my head and stare at her. There’s no mistaking where I’m looking or who I’m lookingat now that it’s just us two. I release a low groan, hoping that will draw her gaze, but it doesn’t.
Millie’s leg starts shaking faster, her elbow digging into the desk.
