Not that it mattered.
We had a business deal. Nothing more.
Even if I didn’t believe that anymore.
“Then you’re a better person than me if you can forgive a man telling you you’re a totally different person, who has children, when in fact, you don’t.”
“You did watch the movie! I knew it.” She grinned at me.
Shit. “You don’t know that.”
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“Yes, I do. I am the wisest woman in the world, according to you.”
That made me laugh. “I said that under the influence of you naked. You can’t hold me to that.”
“Bullshit. You adore me, just admit it.”
I wasn’t going to admit that any more than I was that I’d watched Overboard. Our truth time was over for the night.
“You’re someone I don’t object to spending time with.”
Leah let out a peal of laughter. “You know how to flatter a girl.”
“That’s why you love being my fake girlfriend.”
“It doesn’t suck.”
I closed my suitcase and zipped it. I eased past Leah, making sure my legs brushed against her and she was eye level with my cock. “Sorry. Excuse me.”
“You’re lucky you’re wearing pants.”
“Why, were you going to make my day?” I would love to see her get on her knees and…
“If squeezing your balls would make your day, then yes.”
Not what I was hoping. Even though I knew she was just giving me shit, it still made me wince a little. “Oh, hey, hey now. Let’s leave the boys out of this.”
Leah laughed. “Calm down. Give me a hand. I need one more teeny tiny glass of wine, then I’m ready for bed. What time are we leaving tomorrow?”
I helped her off the floor. “Noon-ish. So we can sleep in. Or you know, do other things before we leave.”
“What things?” She gave me a cheeky look. “Make breakfast?”
“We can do that. Or we can go to the restaurant across the street. Or we can skip breakfast and spend the entire morning in bed.”
“I’m not a morning person.”
Now she was just being contrary. She worked in the morning. She was always cheerful and on at the diner.
“What you are is sassy.” I went to pull her against me, but she shrieked and ran away from me, laughing.
“Where are you going?”
Leah peeled her sweatshirt off. The damn thing was like a theater curtain. Huge and covering the stage. When it rose, it was showtime. I took two hard steps toward her, but she climbed onto my bed and stretched in a glorious display of skin and curves.
“I changed my mind,” she said with a sweet smile. “I think it’s time for bed. I’m so tired.”