Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,106
using public transportation.
The guy at the desk cleared his throat. “Miss Adams has been added to the system. We’ll have a key ready for her by this afternoon.”
“Great.” Michael smiled at the man, then eased her away from the desk and through the lobby. “You’ll have access to the gym and the café, both are twenty-four hours. There’s a daycare on the third floor as well. I don’t know much about that part though. We’ll look it up on the building’s website when I get home tonight.”
Her head was spinning with all the info.
Michael took her hand as they left. He smiled at Barney and Chloe gave him a distracted half wave.
“The parking garage has an elevator that goes right upstairs. That’s why we went out the front. I wanted to make sure you could get in.”
“Thanks.” Michael always managed to keep her off-balance with his endless kindness.
Then again, it seemed like he had a whole checklist going on in his head.
“How long have you been planning this?”
“Hmm?” He was checking his phone with his free hand.
“You are way too good on the details, pal.”
He stopped and slid his phone into his pocket. “I told you I wanted you to live with me.” He shrugged. “I looked into it.”
“And I walked right into your master plan.” She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t get me evicted, right?”
“No, but that would’ve been pretty genius, if a bit creepy. I don’t want to control your life, Red. I just want you to be in mine.”
“What the hell am I supposed to say to that?”
“Thanks?” He tipped his head, giving her a grin. “I promise to pay you back in sexual favors?”
She tugged her hand out of his and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m no whore.”
“Oh, Jesus. I didn’t mean it like that.” He grabbed both of her hands. “I swear.”
She couldn’t even pretend to be upset. Michael didn’t have an asshole bone in his body when it came to them as a couple. He just expected sex because he was a horny male that loved having sex with her.
And she liked having sex with him, too. “Forget I said that. I’m just being sensitive.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I love all your sensitive parts.”
“And there’s the pervert.”
He clasped her hand again. “I’m your pervert.”
They ducked into a side door and he crossed to a parking spot that had his apartment number carved into the cement wall. There was another spot next to his Viper just waiting for her. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that.
Thirty-three minutes later, they pulled up her driveway. By some miracle, the reporters weren’t around. She was pretty sure they’d be back in no time thanks to Michael’s flashy penis-mobile. Okay, so she knew firsthand that he didn’t need it because of a little dick, but it was still far too ostentatious for her taste.
She twisted to look in the back. How the hell was she going to get a car seat in this thing? “Um, Michael?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are we putting Axl?”
“In the backseat…I don’t have. Fuck.”
She laughed. She had to laugh or she’d cry. “I guess I will need that car, huh?”
“We’ll research tonight.”
Out of reasons to argue, she conceded. She opened the door and Lori came out her door with Axl on her hip. Her son’s huge smile—at least what she could see around his fist currently shoved in his mouth—was a sight for sore eyes. She ran up the grass and scooped him out of Lori’s arms. “Hi, bug.”
“Mama.” He hooked his drooley hand around her neck and went right for a fistful of hair. Another one of the many reasons her hair was up in a ponytail usually.
Michael came up behind her. “Hey, buddy.”
Axl dropped his head onto her chest and hid his face.
Lori smiled. “He just got up.”
She looked down at Axl. “Did you sleep in? Mama’s jealous.”
“Selby fish.”
Chloe glanced at Lori for a clue.
“They fell asleep watching Nemo, then demanded a reshowing at five this morning. They both fell back to sleep around eight.”
Chloe winced. “Oh, you poor thing.”
Lori yawned. “Mine’s still napping. I win.”
“No nap,” Axl said before scrunching his face up.
Chloe blew raspberries and kisses into his neck before he could start the waterworks. “No. How about some breakfast instead? Oatmeal?”
“Appews.”
“Apples,” she corrected.
“Appews,” Axl said again.
Michael smoothed one of her curls around his finger. “I hate to ask, but since my car is not yet babyfied, could you bring Chloe home today?”