Five First Dates (Sassy in the City 2)

She answered right away.

HOLY SHIT.

What do I do now?

Hang on. I’m sending you a list of movies where they hook up before they declare their feelings for each other.

That made me roll my eyes. Yet at the same time it didn’t stop me from staring at my phone waiting for her answer.

Watch Friends with Benefits and The Proposal. NOW.

I looked up both and decided Friends with Benefits might be too close to reality.

After changing I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill, watching The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock on my phone with my earbuds in.

WWRRD.

Fuck.

Chapter 9

Maddox hadn’t been in the apartment when I got back and he didn’t show up until almost one on the dot. It was making me nervous. I had never had a relationship like this. I’d barely had hookups, never a friends-with-benefits situation, and definitely never with a roommate.

I was putting Sully down for his nap when I heard Maddox open the front door and come in. After turning on my tablet to soft nursery rhyme music I left the room and gently pulled the door shut.

He was taking off his running shoes and was wearing athletic shorts and a T-shirt.

“Hi,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Did you have a good workout?”

He nodded. “I love the way it clears my head.”

Something about his tone gave me pause. Was he going to say we shouldn’t have sex anymore? That would be both probably a wise thing and a terrible thing.

But Maddox didn’t say anything of the kind and I was being weird and panicky.

“I wish I felt that way about exercise,” I said, running my hand over my stomach without meaning to. “I’ve always felt like I was being tortured. I really should force myself to get back to it though.”

Yet another thing Maddox and I didn’t have in common. We really had different personalities.

“You’re a mom. You’re really busy,” he said, before stripping off his shirt and tossing it and his phone on the end table. “If you hate working out, it shouldn’t be a priority. Focus more on healthy eating and getting a good night’s sleep.”

I was distracted by his damp, now naked chest.

Then his shorts and boxer briefs came off without any warning.

An involuntary gasp came out of my mouth.

“I need to shower,” he said, moving in close to me.

He brushed my hair back and then fisted it a little in a move that both startled and aroused me.

“Take your clothes off,” he said. “I want you in the shower with me.”

“It’s a small shower,” I protested, for no apparent reason. “We won’t fit.” The minute the words came out of my mouth I regretted them. If this was all about sex, I should embrace it fully. In another six weeks he’d be gone and I would be kicking myself for missed opportunities.

“The water will cover up the sound of you screaming my name.”

The way he flipped the switch was amazing to me. One minute he was Mr. Nice Guy, nanny extraordinaire. The next he was alpha male, dirty talking and demanding. I liked both. Right now, I was really fond of Dirty Talker. It made me less nervous. There was no time to be weird when I was hot for him and willing to do whatever he wanted.