Page 140 of Hot Mess
“And after that,” I said, “we can definitely hang out, and—”
“Nope,” he cut in. “After that, I’m taking you out, you’re wearing something sexy and we’re staying out way past your bedtime.”
I grinned. “That sounds better. But until then… just let me finish the job, okay? I’d feel better about it if we both kept our hands to ourselves until then.”
Obviously, I’d feelbestif I went over there right now and got into bed with him.
But I really did care about the professionalism thing.
It was only a few more days.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said.
“I appreciate it.”
“You know you’re just making me horny right now…”
“Then maybe I should let you go. You can get some sleep… and maybe dream about that thing you did to me at the bar?”
He kind of growled and cleared his throat. “When did you say you’ll be done my place again?”
“Sometime next week. Few more days, I promise. I’m just waiting on a few items to come in.”
“Okay. But if they’re late, we’re going to Ikea and calling it a day.”
I laughed. “Good night, Ashley.”Damn. I did get all flustered and stupid when I said his name. “Sorry I woke you.”
“Anytime, Danica.”
And when he said my name? My heart totally fluttered.
Chapter Nineteen
Ash
Two nights later, Summer dropped by my place. I opened the door and then just stood there leaning on it, unenthusiastically letting her in.
“Home on a Saturday night?” She strut right in and tossed her purse on the counter.
“Uh-huh.” I shut the door.
“I’m gonna go ahead and assume you’re just about to get out of those sweats and get your ass to a bar, then?”
“You assume wrong.”
She looked me over suspiciously. I was wearing sweatpants and a bad attitude, and that was about it, while she was dressed for a hot DJ set: tight black leather pants that went right up to her tits, a hot-pink mesh crop top and pink wig.
Her gaze snagged on the fading hickies Danica had left on my neck the other night at the bar.
“No bar? Straight to someone’s bed, then?”
“Just spit it out,” I said. “Whatever you came here to say. I’m in too shitty a mood to deal with your coy.” I took a couple of fresh beers from the fridge, putting one on the counter for her.
“Have you been drinking all day?” she inquired.
“Yup.”
“Alone?”
