“My PR once told me to be myself and I think she was absolutely right. I no longer need to hide behind a facade. “
“Sounds like a good thing to tell your client.”
“She’s a wonderful person. I think you’d like her. But she can be a bit moody.”
“Moody? I’ll show you moody.” She strikes me with a pillow, and we roll around laughing. I swear I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t want to speak prematurely but, I think it’s the L word. But that can’t be. Can it? My train of thought is redirected to Myka when I catch her talking about plans I know I should pay attention to.
“So, after the meeting, I will go back to my place and check on my plants, for one thing. But I was thinking maybe you could come by, and I’ll cook for you.”
“You are a great cook. How could I turn the invite down?”
“You could easily say no. I wouldn’t be offended. After all, we’ve been here all weekend. You may want a break.”
“The only break I want is the kind that comes when a bed has had too much of two people fucking.”
“Mr. Ashton. I love a challenge. Maybe we can put it on our return from tour list.”
“Or maybe we can put that on our to-do list right now.” I pull her to me and trail her neck with tender kisses. Soon, I am back inside her, claiming her as mine.