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“Yeah, I bet. You look like you’ve never tasted bacon in your life. No wonder you were such a miserable asshole in school.”
Her snarky side makes me smile. “I do, in fact, enjoy bacon on occasion, but usually on a burger. Not for breakfast.”
“A burger? I thought that was peasant food. That’s what you told me when I got one in the cafeteria.”
“Your memory is impressive. You ever think of going on a game show or something?”
She laughs. “I cannot believe I’m sitting here and talking to you. While I’m naked.”
“You’re not naked. You’re in a sheet. It’s practically a dress.” I shrug.
“It’s white, and I am aware of how thin the material is, Anderson.”
“So am I.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and I memorize the color. It’s as close as I’ll ever get to seeing her naked for real. There’s no way she’d ever … but the look in her eyes says something else. An unspoken tension builds frisson in the air, and I am dying to make a move. Just then, someone knocks, shattering the moment.
“I’ll get that.” Turning the lights up a little, I reach for the door.
“You better. I’m not leaving this bed this naked.”
Not yet. I roll the food cart from the hall into the room. No sense in embarrassing her further by letting the attendant bring it in. By the time I look up, she’s tucked the sheet in on itself around her body.
Should I tell her to get dressed? If I do that, she might think I’m not interested in getting what I paid for, which is not, strictly speaking, the truth. But I’d rather earn sex with June, not just pay for it. Hell, I’d give her the money if she asked for it. A small price to pay for what I’d done to her.
Am I a lech for keeping her scantily clad? Meh. I’ve been called worse. By her. So, instead of offering her clothes, I make her a plate, then one for myself, and sit on the bed bedside her to eat.
“What made you come to Boston U? You could have gone anywhere, Anderson. You had the grades, the money. Why there?”
Because you were there. “Because my father wanted another Harvard man in the family, and at the time, I lived to disappoint him.”
She laughs, and it might be the first time I’ve ever earned a genuine laugh from her. It’s nice. Especially because it makes the sheet slip a little. So, I pour her some champagne to keep her laughing.
Chapter 13
JUNE
“Does being daddy’s little disappointment still satisfy your urge to be bad, Anderson?” Okay, that was more flirtatious than I meant it to be. Maybe the champagne buzz hasn’t worn off. In fact, after two glasses with him on a nearly empty stomach, it’s hitting me more than I care to admit. At least the French toast doesn’t come with any sexual connotations.
He arches a brow at me, then smirks, and dammit, he’s gotta stop doing that. It’s starting to curl my toes. “I gave up on rebellion against him a long time ago. Mostly. In fact, I work at the family firm now. Just like he always wanted.”
“My god, you? Doing something normal? Say it isn’t so.”
He laughs, and when he laughs without his trademark teasing edge to it, it’s sexy. “I’ll have you know I do all kinds of normal things these days. I clean my apartment?—"
“Yourself?”
“Well, not the deep cleaning, but I do pick up after myself. I grocery shop, I pay my taxes … it’s almost as if I’m an adult.”
I roughly snort a laugh, which I’m sure makes me the sexiest call girl ever. Burying my face in my hands, I laugh again. “Oh my god. Let me have it. I know you want to say something about that.”
“Nah. Too easy.”
He laughs again. “Who knew pancakes were this good?”
“Um, everyone without abs.”
He grins and dips his finger into the leftover maple syrup and butter from my French toast on my plate before sucking it clean. “Clearly, abs are overrated. If normal food tastes this good, I’m ready to lose them.”
