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"What?" she asked, her brow arching in challenge.
"Honey?" I echoed, my tone sharp.
"It’s business. I’m not fucking anyone but you."
"I certainly hope not."
"I don’t like the implication," she shot back, her eyes narrowing.
"There is no implication."
"The implication that I’m using sex to get the sale," she clarified, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"Aren’t you? You smile, you talk sweet and seductive."
"And you don’t? I’ve seen you in action. You charm the panties off your clients," she countered, crossing her arms.
"Most of mine are male. I wouldn’t be using seduction on them," I retorted, irritation creeping into my voice.
"Your jealousy is showing again," she pointed out, her tone softening slightly.
"I don’t want to share," I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
"I never said you would need to. Don’t you think we argue too much about this subject?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I’m making a point."
"You’re staking your claim. I’m not a possession," she insisted.
"I love you."
"I know that, and I love you too, so stop getting so bent over nothing."
I grumbled under my breath, taking another swig of my beer as a bolt of lightning split the darkened sky. Erika put down her wine and moved to the floor-to-ceiling sliders that overlooked the pool. She pressed her nose against the glass, watching the rain pelt the bluestone patio. Unable to resist, I followed, pressing my body against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin through her clothes.
"You’re a pain in the ass, Elliott, but you’re so worth the trouble," she murmured, her breath fogging up the glass.
"Ditto," I replied, planting a kiss on her vanilla-scented hair and rubbing the smooth skin of her shoulders.
"It doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon. What should we do?" she asked, turning slightly to look at me.
"I can think of lots of things I want to do."
"Does it have anything to do with the rod pressing against my back?" she teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Around her, I had little control. She made me weak, and it was something I hated to admit despite loving the effect.
"That could be," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper.
"You’re incorrigible."
I eased up, allowing her to turn and press her back against the cool glass. Outside, the storm raged, the rain hammering down in relentless sheets, but I was lost in Erika. I didn’t flinch when a loud clap of thunder vibrated the house and rattled the windows. She did, though, and I instinctively pulled her closer.
"Are you scared of the storm?" I asked quietly, my lips brushing against her ear.
"A little. I hate when it gets this bad," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly.
"I’ll protect you," I promised, my arms tightening around her.
