Page 29 of Temptation
She pushed against his chest and turned horrified chocolate eyes on him. “I’m asleep in your lap.”
He inclined his head toward her. “Technically, you’re now awake in my lap.”
“I’m like…using you as a pillow.” She winced. “Or a whole bed. I am so sorry.” Sloane scrambled off him. “And you’re totally awake and aware. I can’t…” Her hand shoved back her hair. “Why…how…?”
He waited for her to get her question out completely.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? Or just dump my sleeping ass on a couch so you could move out of the chair?”
“Because I liked holding you.” An interesting development. Just like the fact that, apparently, he could sleep when she was in his arms.
Even though he’d been buried the fuck alive, he’d just gotten the best sleep he’d had in twenty years so…
How about that?
She stared down at him.
She was really quite beautiful in the morning. In the morning. In the night. In the shower. Always but… “You are going to answer my questions today.” It was time to get answers from her.
Sloane rocked back on her heels. “You are chatty first thing in the morning.”
No, he wasn’t. At least, he did not think that he was. Usually, no one was with him first thing in the morning so Preston didn’t exactly have a point of comparison.
“May I have coffee first?” Sloane inquired sweetly. “May I get breakfast? Maybe clothing? Before we start the question-and-answer session?”
His gaze swept over her. She was currently wearing one of his shirts. An old, navy blue shirt that dipped off one delicate shoulder even as the hem danced across her thighs and edged toward her knees. He thought she looked pretty spectacular in the shirt, especially with the way her tight nipples pressed to the cotton but…
Yeah. Clothing. He got that she wanted her own clothing.
“On the way,” Preston replied as he slowly rose from the armchair. He stretched, working out the kinks and aches in his body.
“On the way? What’s on the way?”
There was a soft knock at the front door. Excellent timing.
Her head whipped toward the door. “What is happening?”
“Our morning delivery. I told you last night, I was taking care of getting your items from the inn.” He turned away and padded toward the door. A quick glance through the peephole showed him that Joshua Wilson stood on the doorstep. Two bags were near his assistant’s feet.
Joshua had worked for him going on a year now. Smart, dedicated, and used to being woken in the middle of the night, Preston had known that he could trust his assistant to take care of the retrieval for him.
Preston opened the door.
“What in the hell happened?” Joshua demanded as he surged forward. He left the bags behind him. “Kidnapped? You were kidnapped?”
“Sounds like you know what happened.” He looked around his assistant. “Are those the bags from the inn?”
“Preston, you texted me at an insanely late hour, and you said nothing about a kidnapping. I learned that shit myself. Like, ten minutes ago, I learned it. Because it’s on the news.”
Sloane scrambled toward them. “Did you break into my room at the inn? That is a serious intrusion!”
Joshua frowned at Sloane. Then he lifted one hand and pointed his index finger at her. “Why do you have files on my boss?”
What? He must have misunderstood Joshua.
Sloane braked to a stop right beside Preston.
“I saw your calendar, lady. I saw all of your notations on it when I packed up all your shit. You were watching Preston. Stalking him.” Real fury darkened Joshua’s normally friendly face. “The manager at the inn told me that you’d been in town for a week. One whole week.”
