"Mmm, ángel, You’re wet. I believe that’s my cue." He jumps up and pulls me to my feet after him.
My head is spinning from how quickly this started. However, he’s right. I am wet and I crave him. So as he takes my hand and heads back toward our hotel, I follow behind him without hesitation or any other conversation.
Two weeks later…
"BABY, YOU ready yet? We’re going to be late," Sarah coos as she walks into my bedroom.
"We’re always late. I don’t think we should mess with our perfect record now." Tugging a tight, gray T-shirt over my head, I give her a kiss.
"You’re probably right."
"Sarah, I’m always right." I give her the best stern expression I can fake.
"Oh please. You’re so full of yourself."
"Well, if we stand here any longer, you’re about to be full of me too." I wink and allow my hand to drift down to her ass. "How was work, ángel?"
"It was horrible. I hate that damn job so much. I need to go back to school, because if I have to work as a receptionist for the rest of my life, I think I’ll lose my mind. What about you? How was your day?" Sarah asks, rubbing her hands over my chest.
"It was pretty good actually. I got a new client. It’s a politician who wants two men full time. So it looks like I’ll be hiring some new guys pretty soon."
"Oh, that’s fantastic! Full time? Any chance he wants a female bodyguard? And when I say bodyguard, I mean personal shopper, secretary, or dog walker?"
"Dog walker? Guardian hasn’t dabbled in those services yet. I’m pretty sure you’re completely overqualified if I do though. I know you went to college. What’d you major in?"
"English," she answers with a shrug.
"Well, that’s a worthless major," I tease.
"Hey!" she exclaims, sliding a hand under my shirt and raking her nails up my side.
"Okay. Okay. I give up. It’s an extremely useful major."
"No, it’s not." She rolls her eyes and gives me a knowing smirk.
I release her and head to my closet. "We need to get out of here," I say, pulling on the baby-blue button-down I know she loves. It’s funny, because ever since she mentioned it the last time I wore it, I’ve loved it too. I’m not particularly attached to the shirt. I’m utterly addicted to the way her eyes heat when she sees me wearing it.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she calls from outside my closet.
"It’s fine. Erica is dying to get out of the house. She’s also been harassing me for weeks to meet you."
"Yeah, but aren’t you worried someone will bother them if we go out. Slate’s pretty famous."
"He is, but I’m bringing three men, and if for some reason things get out of hand, we can just leave. Besides, we’re going to that hole-in-the-wall place that Caleb suggested." I emerge from the closet.
"What if—"
"ángel, let me worry about the what-ifs. This is what I do for a living, remember? It will be fine. I promise. Now, are you worried about meeting Erica or Slate being asked for an autograph?"
"I love this shirt." She leans up on her tiptoes and whispers her lips across mine.
I ignore her compliment, unwilling to let her change the subject. "It’s okay if you’re nervous. Although you have absolutely no reason to be. Emma and Caleb are still coming, right?"
"They are. And thank you for inviting them. Caleb has been giddy all freaking week about meeting Slate. He’s a huge boxing fan."
"Yeah, I know. I was a dick last time we all went out. Maybe this will smooth things over."
"Oh, I’m pretty sure this will more than just smooth it over."
"Good. Then let’s get out of here." I kiss her nose and step away.
I was preoccupied when she walked in, but as we prepare to leave, I finally take the time to slide my eyes over her tight-fitting black pants and heels. She’s wearing what, on any other woman, would be described as a conservative white top, but somehow, Sarah’s sensual body turns it into something sexy as hell.
"You look gorgeous by the way."
"Is it okay? I wanted to go casual but still look nice."
"Well, I’m not sure ‘nice’ is how I would describe that outfit. Sex kitten may be more fitting, but either way, you definitely look amazing. Now, lets go before I’m tempted to undress you."
CALEB WASN’T lying. From the outside, the restaurant is a fucking hole in the wall. However, when we get inside, I’m happy to find that it’s actually a semi-nice place. Very quaint. All the furnishings are new and the smell of fresh garlic made my stomach growl the second we stepped through the door.
"Get a room," Sarah teases when we find Caleb and Emma are already sitting at the small bar, having a drink. Emma’s sitting on a barstool with Caleb standing close between her legs, whispering something in her ear.
"Hey! You’re only a few minutes late tonight," Emma laughs, standing up to pull Sarah into a hug.
"Yeah, well, we didn’t want to be too late. I know how you love to take off your bra and put on yoga pants as soon as the sun goes down," Sarah smarts back.
"Your sarcasm would hurt if it weren't the truth."