“Ms. Locke’s mysterious new beau, Levi Spanos.”
“Guess they got my name from the guest list. Your dad’s gonna follow up with that man-to-man chit chat now.”
“Pssh,” Fiona hissed dismissively. “Daddy and mom are already at church this morning, you have time.”
Curious, Levi remarked, “Didn’t take him as religious.”
Still studying the paper, she replied, “He’s not. He gets real religious, though, when it’s close to Election Day. Or in this case, a runoff election. You look soooo handsome, look at you!”
The way she said it felt so different than from a woman he’d just pulled off a convincing fake date, and then had meaningless sex with. It felt like he was getting a compliment from his longtime girlfriend.
Don’t get too comfortable, big guy.
He sipped his coffee; it was nothing like what Mavis served at Crow Bar on Monday mornings when he and the entire Brute Squad would convene after a raucous weekend. Nor was it the diesel fuel his YaYa brewed. This was seriously good coffee. Even better, the donut was hot. “What the hell?” he said as he picked it up.
“Chef makes those fresh whenever we’re home on weekends. He’s the best.”
He chuckled. “Not gonna lie, I could get used to this. I could also get used to these nice towels.” He gestured downward toward the towel that was wrapped around his hips.
Fiona smirked. “You sure do shower a lot.”
“You object?”
“No,” she said. “They are pretty great towels. You can take some home if you want.”
The towels in Fiona’s bathroom were the thickest, softest towels he’d ever dabbed himself off with, and hugged his body perfectly. Towels, however, were the last thing he wanted to take home with him. The one he wanted to leave here with was Fiona.
His heart raced, and his cock twitched under that towel while he watched her, bent over in her nightie, thumbing through to the front page of the paper. He had a straight line of sight to her soft breasts, jiggling so tantalizingly inside the satin he had to look away out of politeness. “You should get used to it. You should have whatever you want.”
She stood upright and grabbed a donut, unaware of the way Levi watched her bite down on the hot pastry, noticing the way her eyes rolled back in her head. Raspberry jam squirted out the other side and dripped on her cleavage, barely missing her satin bathrobe. Levi was suddenly having trouble breathing. If he’d had any decency whatsoever he would have retreated to the bathroom to hide his erection. But Levi had no such decency.
“I should have whatever I want, huh?”
Fiona muttered and grabbed a napkin, ignoring the question. “Dammit.”
“I agree,” he said. “I didn’t get nearly enough jelly in mine and I want yours.”
He cuffed her forearm with his meaty fist and pulled her to him.
“Oh!” she cried, startled at first. “Oh, that.” Levi’s tongue against her skin made her voice breathy, ramping up his arousal even more.
“Wow,” she breathed. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were angling to become a permanent fixture in my life with that tongue of yours. Better be careful or I might fall for you.”
“Method acting,” he murmured, licking up the jelly and swallowing it down, then cleaning off all traces of it from her warm chest. She smelled like fresh snow and gingerbread. Fuck, she was perfect. Perfectly delicious and just what he craved.
“I won’t argue with your methods,” she sighed. “So, uhm. Not to change the subject, but do you think anyone is going to give you a hard time about being in the paper with the governor’s daughter?”
Levi was not interested in talking about the newspaper anymore. The only thing he wanted to read was Fiona’s pulse.
Levi painted the skin over one breast with his wet kisses while he answered her question. “Nah. The guys only glance over the headlines at most. If they bother to read at all.”
“Oh. W…well, that’s good,” she sighed.
“Yeah,” he said, kissing his way up her neck.
Levi had a fair amount of room for hope that he could skate by without anyone noticing his photo with Fiona from the governor’s Christmas ball. Hardly anyone he knew read the paper past the headlines.
Just then, Levi’s phone bleated.
The ringtone told him there was one person he hadn’t considered spotting him in the middle of the paper.
He didn’t dare not answer.
“Oh shit,” he said, gritting his teeth. “It’s my YaYa.”
Chapter Fifteen
Fiona
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The tiny kitchen was half the size of Fiona’s bathroom.
When YaYa