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“I do?” I blink at him and hadn’t even noticed myself doing it.
“You wiggle your hips and whistle in the shower too. It’s fucking mesmerizing. I like the way you curl up on the couch at night, and the way you make faces at yourself in the mirror, and the way your toes curl while my fingers—”
“Donotmake this dirty, you wereso closeto being sweet.”
He laughs and squeezes my fingers. “I’m just saying that I’ve enjoyed having you around lately.”
I blush deeply and cover my sudden embarrassment by taking a drink. I didn’t know Ford could be so sentimental or kind but apparently, he contains multitudes. “You just like the sex,” I mutter.
“Ilovethe sex. I could fuck you all day long if you decided to quit your job.”
“One of us has to work.”
“We’re rich. I don’t think that’s true.”
“I’m not going to quit my job just so I could stay home and be your—” I hesitate, not even sure how to put it into words. “Your little sex toy.”
He perks up. “Oh, but I’d love that. I could come home to find you in all new outfits every day, waiting for me in different places throughout the house, ready to drop to your knees and take me deep into your throat and—”
“Ford,” I whisper sharply. “There are people nearby!”
“And I hope they’re listening.” He’s grinning, almost laughing, and I have to take another long drink of wine. “Anyway, it isn’t just the sex, but I won’t pretend like the sex doesn’t help.”
“The sex definitely helps,” I admit and tap my finger against the glass. “Have you spoken to your grandfather lately? Is there anything new happening there?”
“I don’t think so,” he admits. “My plan to win him over isn’t exactly going great, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work in the long run.”
“I’m just starting to worry that this whole thing is one-sided. So far, Grandfather hasn’t cut me off and he’s still paying Mom’s bills, but sooner or later—”
“If that happens, I’ll take care of everything.”
“You won’t be able to get me my job at Shady Farms back though.”
“No,” he agrees and glances away. “I can find you a different job.”
“I’m not working in one of your restaurants.”
“A different job working with horses.” He turns back, his face serious. “Grandpop’s going to be difficult to convince, and I’m still working on him, but we have time. We don’t have to rush anything. We can just—”
“We can just figure it out,” I say and let out a long breath. “Yeah, that’s okay, I guess.”
“You really must love the sex,” he says, grinning, and I kick him under the table.
The food comes and we fall into a comfortable banter. We stick to cleaner and safer topics as we eat, but it’s like Ford can’t help himself and he somehow managed to steer everything back to sex. I guess I know what he’s got on his mind. Not that I’m anydifferent—I keep picturing all the different ways he can make me come with nothing but his tongue—and I feel like I’m dizzy and crazy with lust, like I’m drunk on it. The wine’s loosening me up and Ford’s smirks are driving me wild and I have to admit that I’m having a really nice time.
With Ford. With the guy I hated when this all started. With the guy I reluctantly called, and barely agreed to work with, and now we’re here and we’re doing… this. Talking like normal people. Laughing together.
Thinking about fucking when we get home.
And god, I want to get homeso badly.
I laugh at something and turn halfway around in my chair to look for the waitress so I can ask for more wine and as my eyes scan the dining room, I suddenly freeze like someone’s holding a gun to my head.
Two people are being seated not far away.
Two people I know very well.
Sara Lynn and her husband, Kirk Wateridge, a stocky guy with graying hair and glasses.
