Page 619 of Summer Heat
She looks around the closet and gives me that cute, confused look I adore. “When did you get so many white button-down shirts?” An entire row, plus some spares in the drawers as well.
“Those are yours,” I say simply.
I give her a second to realize I meant that literally for the ones hanging directly behind her.
“You moved all my clothes in here already?!” She’s still fighting back a smile, but her voice does sound a tiny bit provoked.
I attempt to mimic her cute and confused look. “I told you I hired the movers.”
“Jason,” she growls.
Ah hell, just like that, I’m fully hard. My name on her feisty lips always gets me there in no time flat. “Quit turning me on, woman. I’m trying to be romantic here.”
She surveys her half of the closet, shaking her head in reluctant amusement. “It’s official. You are definitely crazier than I am.”
“Not crazy. Proactive,” I argue. “That’s also why I got you all the extra shirts. I figure with you living with me full-time, I’m going to tear the buttons off at least this many of your sleep shirts.”
The laugh she’s been suppressing finally breaks through. “That actually makes sense,” she says as she roams around the closet to take inventory of how thorough the movers were. They were very thorough. Her old apartment is now completely vacant.
After one full lap, she turns to face me. “Since all my clothes are here…” she trails off before slowly taking off every inch of clothing she’s wearing.
I immediately forget what we’re talking about.
She pulls one of the new shirts off the hanger and slips it on.
While I’m not loving that she’s no longer naked, my cock is practically leaking with precum from the look she’s giving me as she buttons the shirt and starts backing out of the closet.
I lose the rest of my clothes and somehow manage to find my brain function again when those sexy little tits and sweet pussy of hers are covered up. “Is this you saying yes to moving in?”
“Not sure yet,” she draws out as she taps a finger on her chin and then trails it down the front of her now fully buttoned-up shirt.
Maddening little temptress.
“On one hand, I’m going to miss having you as my landlord,” she says thoughtfully.
I practically roll my eyes at that. “Please. I did nothing as your landlord. You never once called me to fix something in your loft.” Not just because I made damn sure her place was perfect before she moved in, but because she’s actually handier at interior fixtures than I am, what with all her residential construction experience. “We both know your neighbors call on you more than the super to fix things.”
Really, she’s the best tenant I’ve ever had.
She tilts her head to the side. “It’s just…a lot of change.” There’s a ring of truth to that, I can hear it. Thankfully, she doesn’t sound sad, just reflective. “I’ll be losing you as a boss and a landlord all in the same week.”
“But you like your new boss,” I reason. Not entirely cheerfully.
While I’m thrilled that my buddy Logan went behind my back to hire Summer to handle the million-dollar expansion of his rock climbing gym, I’m jealous as hell of the idea of them spending so much time together in the coming months. Though I hate to admit it, Logan’s a good-looking son of a bitch. Plus, he has a cute as hell daughter.
For most women we meet, Logan having a kid, and the fact that I have a billion or two more in my bank than he does would be a deterrent. But for a sweetheart like Summer
, who doesn’t have a materialistic non-maternal bone in her body, Logan would be a compatible catch. He’s less ornery than me. And he has more experience with the romance stuff, seeing as how he was the picture-perfect husband to his high school sweetheart until the day she passed away.
Even more reason to get the woman to move the hell in with me.
Then afterward, we can start on making some cute kids of our own.
One thing at a time, Steele.
“You’re right,” she concedes. “I do like my new boss very much. But I loved my old boss. I’m going to miss working for him.”
“Love. Present tense. Not ‘loved,’” I correct, feeling my heart kick around my chest at the thought. Hearing her say she loves me just never gets old. “And I’m going to miss you working for me, too, sweetheart.” I pull her into my arms. “That’s why I evicted you. Figured I’d give myself a new role in your life. One with a little more permanence.”
