“I can do that,” I promise.
“This sucks.” Will scans the wall of expensive liquor bottles behind the bar. “No more chasing after women with you. I need a new wingman.”
“Liam would be happy to take a few girls off your hands. You can always give him a call. Just because I’m with your sister doesn’t mean I’m dead. I’m still your wingman only in a different capacity now.”
“You got that right,” he hisses. “If I ever see a woman around you that doesn’t share my DNA, I’ll kick your ass.”
I smile at his threat. “Duly noted.”
“Enough talk about my sister.” Will raises his beer to tap the bottle in my hand. “Drink up, motherfucker. Tomorrow is moving day.”
And my last night at Mia’s apartment.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mia
The little black dress Ethan had insisted I buy for our date finally came in handy. Ethan took me to a fancy Italian restaurant in the city with all the bells and whistles. He picked me up in a limo, which was total overkill but still awesome. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman minus the hooker part. He showed up at my door with a bouquet of white roses dyed baby blue—my favorite color. Our date was perfection.
With Ethan at my side, I enter my apartment and kick off my shoes. My feet are killing me from wearing heels. Me in heels. How comical! I laughed when Ethan sent me a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps that fit me as if they were designed specifically for my feet. Alanna, his personal shopper, really knows her shit.
I crash on the couch and kick my aching feet up on the coffee table. Just because I scored the sexiest hockey player in the NHL doesn’t mean I’ve changed one bit. I’m still the same girl who likes her Cheetos out of the bag and vodka straight from the bottle. I doubt I’ll ever get used to Ethan pampering me.
Ethan lifts my legs onto his lap and massages my sore feet with his calloused fingers. He runs his hand up my bare thigh and stops before he reaches my panties, my core throbbing and desperate for his touch.
I lean my head back against a stack of pillows and smile up at him. “Want to rent a movie?”
“Whatever you want, my love.”
Exhausted, I reach for the television remote and flip through the channels, fighting sleep. It’s only ten o’clock, but I’m so exhausted. With our new living situation, we only see each other on weekends and random weeknights when we’re both free. So, we have to make up for the time we missed.
“You want a snack?”
He glances down at me. “I can always eat.”
I smile. “Good. Go make yourself useful and pop us some popcorn while I flip through Pay-Per-View.”
He smirks. “Make myself useful?”
“Chop-chop.” I clap my hands together. “I need my movie snack.”
Ethan shakes his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You’re lucky I let you.”
We both laugh.
Ethan drops my legs on the couch and pushes himself up, blowing out a puff of air. “Women.”
That’s all he says before he walks into the kitchen, giving me a nice view of his firm ass. Dress pants look good on him. Hell, everything looks good on my man. He’s mine. All mine. I lick my lips, the thought of his naked body burned into my mind. Maybe I’m not so tired after all.
By the time Ethan sits next to me on the couch, he has a bowl in hand and is stuffing his face. With my arm draped over the edge of the couch, I click the button on the remote to start the movie.
Ethan shoves the bowl in front of me with a smile. After I take my share, he places the bowl on his lap.
“I love the Saw movies,” he says. “If you get scared, feel free to jump in my lap.” He pats his knee with a wicked smirk on his lips.
“I’ll keep that in mind. It takes a lot to scare me, though, and I lov