Page 32 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
Shaking his head, he carried the leftover pizza into the kitchen and set it on the counter. “I can’t either. It’s a good story, anyway.”
I gasped, whirling to face him with the silverware in my hand. “You can’t tell anyone that story!”
“Why not? It’s hilarious. And it has a great ending.”
“What?” I shrieked. “No!”
“Well, then, I guess you’ll just be that much more motivated to honor your agreement about our dates.”
“That’s blackmail,” I sniffed. “You wouldn’t.”
He shrugged and smiled. “Guess we’ll see.”
I dumped the silverware into the dishwasher. “God, you’re a smug bastard.”
“And you’re a dirty little snoop. Don’t forget your wine glass in my bedroom.”
I tossed my braid and went back to his room to get it, glancing over at the closet and bathroom with a smile. What a crazy day. The sight of his bed made my insides tighten, and for a second I was tempted to suggest another round.
What the fuck? You start breaking your own rules, he’ll think you didn’t mean what you said. He’ll get stupid ideas.
Grabbing the glass off the nightstand, I went back to the kitchen doorway and poked my head in. I didn’t want to get within touching range in case he was planning to bug me about staying over. I was strong, but not steely. Not when it came to him, at least. “Sure you don’t want more help cleaning up?”
“I’m sure.” He stuck the leftover pizza in the fridge. “Now get the hell out of here. Before your face makes me want to cuddle.”
I grinned, ducking out of reach fast. “Night. Thanks for dinner.”
“Night.”
Upstairs, I got ready for bed and set my alarm extra early, since even getting my car out of the garage was going to be a pain in the ass. I’d probably have to shovel the driveway first. Shit, I should have called someone earlier about doing it. Oh well. I could shovel before getting in the shower and call it a workout, right? At least my car wasn’t buried out there like Quinn’s.
For a moment, I felt bad that I hadn’t cleaned out the second garage space for him, a silly passive-aggressive way to let him know I wasn’t happy with him here. I’d do it this weekend.
Switching off the lamp, I snuggled under my covers, curling into a ball. It really was cold tonight. I thought about Quinn in bed below me…bet his body was warm and toasty under the blankets. I felt a little tickle between my legs.
You stay in this bed, Jaime Owens. You had three orgasms today, and that is enough.
Sighing, I got out of bed and turned the heat up a little. My gas bill was probably going to spike this month, but my rules—and my pride—would be intact. I also took an extra blanket from the hall closet and threw it on top of my quilt.
Still, I shivered all night.
Eleven
QUINN
When I heard her door close upstairs, I texted Alex. Hey. Who plows the driveway for you?
Are you making a bad sexual joke?
I had to laugh. No, asshole. We have a ton of snow and Jaime has to go to work in the morning.
I know, I’m just fucking with you. Jaime takes care of it. She either calls or shovels it herself.
I’d been with Jaime all night—which I didn’t think I should mention—and hadn’t heard her call anyone. Is there a shovel in the garage?
Should be.
OK cool. Thanks.
