She gives me a rake from head-to-toe. “Wow.”
I didn’t bother getting dressed since I planned to hit the shower as soon as she was done.
She leans her bare hip against the doorjamb. “Can I ask you something?”
The pull to walk toward her is strong, but I stay in place, my hands dropping to my hips. My cock is hardening. How could it not when I’m staring at her? “Anything.”
Her gaze darts to the hallway. “I went to get a glass of water when you were asleep. I couldn’t help but notice the paintings in the hallway. I saw them the last time I was here, but I really looked at them this time.”
I stare at her. I’ve had too many women to count in my bed but not one has mentioned any of the artwork in my apartment.
“The one at the end of the hallway is a Brighton Beck.” Her eyes widen. “That’s a Zeus Barnaby right next to it, isn’t it?”
Anyone who has taken a tour of the Met in the past decade would know Beck’s work. Zeus Barnaby is a mixed media artist. His work was included in a recent show featuring up and coming artists of New York at the Museum of Modern Art.
The fact that she knows both artists shocks the hell out of me.
There’s a surprise at every turn with her.
“It’s a Zeus Barnaby.” I smile.
“It’s amazing.” She tugs on her earlobe. “Your hallway is a mini museum.”
It’s the tip of the iceberg.
Art is one of my guilty pleasures.
“We should take a tour of the Met.” I haven’t made that suggestion to anyone in a long time.
Her mouth softens into a smile. “I’d love that.”
“Today.” I approach her. “We’ll go to the Met and then spend the rest of the day here.”
Her gaze drifts to the bed and the tangled sheets. The room smells like sex. Our sex.
“I can’t, Rocco.”
“It’s Saturday.” I stand in front of her, disappointment ripping through me. “You don’t have to work.”
She tilts her head to the left. “I have to work on a few handbags today.”
“Take a break for dinner,” I suggest with a raise of my brow. “I’ll
come over and cook for you.”
Her top teeth drag over her bottom lip. “You’ll cook for me?”
“I’ll be there at eight.” I reach for her hand. “Come back to bed with me for an hour before you leave.”
She takes my hand to guide my fingers down the side of her hip. “You only want an hour?”
“Hell, no.” I grab her waist and pull her body flush against mine. “At least give me two. Forever isn’t enough time with you.”
Chapter 41
Dexie
Forever isn’t enough time with you.