Page 113 of So This Is War
“I listen to everything you say.”
“Not everything,” I reply. “When I tell you that waking up at one in the morning to retrieve bagels is not my idea of fun, you seem to keep telling me it might happen again.”
“Which reminds me, I’m going to need more bagels.”
I stare blankly at him, and he laughs.
“Fine, I’ll eat the ones we have before I make you grab more.”
“That’s a good boy, Levi.”
His grin nearly melts me right into the spring coils of my mattress. “So which Patty Ford video is your favorite?”
“Looking for ideas on how to get off?” I ask.
“You’re my assistant. Shouldn’t you be helping me make decisions?”
“I suppose so.” I playfully tap my chin. “Well, personally, I like it when she’s fully clothed and slowly takes her clothes off,one by one. There’s this one outfit she wears, it’s an oversized button-up blouse with a tight mini skirt and these high boots. As she’s undressing, she tells you exactly where to touch yourself, and she uses all parts of the body.”
He wets his lips. “Yeah, that’s hot.”
“You’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks for the tip.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”Also, I’m so glad you’re not going down to the bar.The thought of him hooking up makes my stomach sour. I know I can’t have him, and I know he’s not mine, but I hate the idea of him touching another woman. At least not right now.
What am I thinking? I’ll never be able to have Levi as anything other than my temporary boss. And that’s. ..well, that’s fucking sad. Every moment I spend withthisLevi makes me like him more. It’s not as if I’m ready for marriage or want tosettle down, per se—I’m only twenty-two—but I genuinely like this man. He ticks so many boxes. Good humor, kind, sexy, fun to chat with...real.
He yawns. “Okay, time to release this adrenaline.”
“Is that why you usually pick someone up at the bar?” I ask, not wanting him to hang up yet.
“Yeah.” He pushes his hand through his hair. “I’m usually buzzing after a game, and it’s a great way to blow off steam.”
“So is that a regular activity for you then? Just so I’m aware not to bother you after a game.”
“Yes, it’s a regular occurrence. So, unless you want to walk in on me again, I’d probably stay away. Although it seemed like you were ready for a show.”
My cheeks heat. “No, I mean . . . I was, uh, no, I wasn’t ready for a show.”
He laughs. “Are you sure? You seemed to linger.”
“Was just making conversation.”
“While I was holding my hard dick?”
“Is that, uh, not an appropriate time to converse?” I lightly chuckle.
He grins. “Not so much, Wylie.”
“Oh, okay. Noted.”
He chuckles some more, and God, I love that sound. I love how easy it is to talk with him. This is the Levi that I almost spent the night with. There’s something about him that’s changed, and it’s making me want him so much more.
Which means one thing: I’m glad I put the brakes on the erotic torture because I’m not sure I could hold out. One once-over from him, and I’m pretty sure I’d be pushing him down on the couch and settling on his lap.
“Question for you,” I say.
