Ego Maniac - Page 98

Emerie

I felt the bed dip as Drew got up. “Where are you going?”

“I was trying not to wake you.” He walked around to my side and kissed my forehead. “It’s early. Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”

I leaned up on my elbows in the dark. “Why are you up so early?”

“Need to get into the office and figure out how I’m cramming the six days of work I have booked into five already, into only two days a week for a while.”

“I take it you haven’t looked at your calendar in a day or two?”

“Tried to, but the damn thing was locked and wouldn’t sync up.”

I settled back into the bed and pulled the cover up. “Your first appointment isn’t until ten. I didn’t think you were back until this morning, or I would have started today earlier. Everything is rescheduled for the next two weeks for you. They’re long days, but I was able to get all of your in-person meetings into two days each week. I converted one in-person meeting to a telephone conference, and you have that from Atlanta on Thursday next week. But everything else is all set. I also reworked my schedule the opposite way, so I’m light on the days you’re here and full the days you’re gone. That way I can help out with whatever secretarial stuff you need done to keep your day moving.”

Drew was quiet for a minute, and I started to worry maybe I’d overstepped and I shouldn’t have gone into his calendar. But I’d wanted to do what I could to help. The bedroom was dark, and I heard the rustle of his clothes—although I wasn’t sure if they were coming off or going on until he climbed back into bed. I felt his warm body press up against my side. He was still silent, so I turned to face him.

“Did I overstep?”

He stroked my cheek. “No, babe. You didn’t overstep.”

“You’re being so quiet. I thought maybe I’d upset you.”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“How much right now I feel like I’m home, and I haven’t set foot in my apartment in a week.”

That quite possibly could’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. He was also right. I’d been jittery all week and hadn’t realized until now that I’d settled the minute I looked through the peephole last night.

“I know what you mean. You make me feel calm. At peace, I guess it is.”

“Yeah?” His hand slid down my cheek, and his thumb rubbed the hollow of my neck.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.” He kissed the top of my nose. “You know what I’m thinking now?”

“What’s that?”

“How I should thank you for fixing my schedule. Whether I should use my mouth to eat you for breakfast or turn you over and take you from behind while I finger your ass.”

I giggled. “You’re really crass. You went from sweet to pig in ten seconds flat.”

His hand at my neck dropped to my breast where his finger grazed over it and then pinched…hard. “You like my crass mouth.”

Deciding he was right, I didn’t fight the truth. “What were my choices again?”

I heard the smile in his words. “Mouth or all fours?”

I swallowed. “Why only one? You don’t have to be at the office until ten.”

“You want some more coffee?” It was after six p.m., and Drew still had another client coming in and a dozen phone calls to return.

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