I’m not going to say I did a fist pump but I’m not going to say I didn’t do a fist pump.
I was used to getting what I wanted but this felt like a serious win. I wanted Leah in my bed. I wanted to taste her skin and sink inside her body.
White or red wine? I can send a car for you.
Red. I can take the train. What’s your address?
I sent her the information and then looked around my kitchen. Time to double up the serving size and whip up some sangria. I went into my room and changed out of my suit and into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
By the time I had the sangria made and more vegetables ready to hit the wok, Leah texted.
I’m in the lobby.
I’ll be right down.
Just tell me what floor.
I want to come down and get you.
Leah called me on FaceTime. “Why?” she asked the second her face appeared. “It will be faster if I just come up.”
I went to my front door and opened it as I talked to her. “Because I’m a fucking gentleman,” I told her mildly.
After stepping into my sandals I kept in the foyer to my apartment, I walked into the hallway and closed my door behind me but didn’t lock it. It was a safe building.
Leah raised her eyebrows. “You’re a true romantic, Grant Caldwell. The third.”
Hardly. “No one has ever accused me of that, but I do like to think I have manners. I’m getting on the elevator now. I’ll see you in a minute.”
When I got downstairs Leah was standing there in leggings, an oversized sweatshirt, and the purple slippers. There was a backpack slung over her shoulder. She looked like she had wandered down the hall of her dorm to talk to a friend.
“Hi,” I said, kissing her impulsively and taking h
er backpack. “Let me carry that for you. Thanks for coming over.”
“This is what you get on short notice,” she said, gesturing to her outfit.
Her hair was on her head in a messy bun. I didn’t mind. This casual look was more reminiscent of the way she looked at the diner. “You always look beautiful. And very kissable.”
“Just a warning. I’m keeping these slippers on all night.” She gave me a grin. “For everything.”
“You can wear whatever you want on your feet as long as you’re naked everywhere else.” I hit the elevator up button.
“If you can keep a straight face while these fuzzy slippers are propped on your shoulders, I am going to be very impressed with your focus.”
I raised my eyebrows as the elevator door opened. The thought of her legs spread up on either side of me made my cock hard and my mouth water. I wasn’t going to give a shit what she was encasing her feet in at that point. “Challenge accepted. My focus is legendary.”
“For sure. I’ve seen you eat pancakes.” Leah made a stabbing gesture as we stepped into the elevator that was more Psycho shower scene than breakfast consumption.
“I don’t do that,” I protested. “You can’t just stab it to eat it.”
“You do.”
“I do not.”
“This is a ridiculous conversation.”
“You started it.”