Romancing the Bachelor (A Hamilton Family 2)

He stared at her phone. “Anything important?”

“No,” she said quickly, not really sure why she didn’t tell him about her possible job offer, but knowing she had no intention of doing so…yet. “Nothing.”

“Pick you up after work?”

“If you want.” She nodded, fisting her hands in her lap. “No pressure.”

He pulled back, staring down at her way too intently. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes.” She un-fisted and then re-fisted her hands. “I’m just not sure what comes next, I guess. You told me once that usually after you sleep with someone, you’re done, so—?”

“I’m not done with you,” he said gently, sitting beside her. “I’m planning on making love to you as many times as I can before you leave the city. Unless…do you only want it to be once?”

She shook her head once. “I’m still starving.”

“Me, too,” he said with a smile. “On that note, I’ll pick you

up at the courthouse at five?”

A quick nod. “I’d like that very much.”

“Good.” He cradled her face in his hand and leaned in, kissing her again. “If you decide you want out, it’s easy enough. Just tell me. No strings. No attachments. Just us, having fun.”

“Just us,” she echoed. “If you want out, too—”

“I’ll tell you,” he said, smiling. “Don’t worry. I’m good at that part. It’s the wanting to stick around you part that’s freaking me the fuck out.”

A small laugh escaped her. “Sorry.”

“I know. It’s a horrible habit of yours, making me like you.”

“I’ll try to stop,” she offered with a smile.

“Good.” He tossed his pants and shirt over his shoulder. “Wish me luck. I’m hoping no one’s out there.”

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Are you walking to your apartment in your boxers?”

“Yep,” he called over his shoulder. “Bye, Shel.”

The door shut, and she laughed, flopping back on the bed and staring up at her ceiling. Right now, Eric Hamilton was walking down the hallway mostly naked, with messy hair that she’d messed up with her own fingers, and there was nothing that could make this day any better than it already was. If she got a solid job offer after this phone call, it might go down in history as the best day ever in existence. Kicking her feet, she let out an excited squeal.

Her phone dinged, so she rolled onto her stomach and kicked her feet into the air as she read the text message Eric sent her. Almost made it to my place safely. Let’s just say…Mrs. Abernathy might be having a heart attack right now.

Mrs. Abernathy was at least eighty, and was happiest when unhappy. Chuckling, she typed back: Oh my God. What did she say?!

My dear. You’ve sure been working out.

Laughing, she covered her mouth. No. She didn’t.

Yes, she did. And then she touched my arm and said I was hard as a rock.

I don’t believe you. She shook her head, still smiling.

Why not? You’ve felt my arms.

Rolling her eyes, she flopped onto her back and rested the phone on her chest. She did not feel you up.

Don’t be jealous. I only liked it a little bit. Before she could reply, he started typing again. She watched the three little dots in the bubble. Gotta shower now. I’m naked.