THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,138

over my lips. “Before you say anything else, I need to know why you need my clothing sizes. Morganna told me,” she says, cocking her head in question.

Morg, the blabbering bitch is going to ruin everything. I shrug. She didn’t give away any pertinent details. That I know of, at least. “We’re going on a long weekend,” I say nonchalantly. I say it like she doesn’t have an option either. If she doesn’t agree, my plan will go up in flames. I need for her to see me prove myself to her. Her brows wrinkle in confusion. It’s so cute. I smile.

She shakes her head. “I can’t just take off work.”

“You can. I already requested it off for you when I went to talk to Hannah.”

“Of course you did. Anything else you did for me? Where are we going?” I notice she doesn’t ask hypothetically. We’re going. We’re fucking going. I pull her close to me for a kiss just because I feel like I might explode from happiness if I don’t use her as an outlet. It’s the first moment in a long time that the grief doesn’t rear and funny enough…it makes me feel guilty. I slam my eyes shut and kiss her harder.

She bites my lip as she pulls away. “Your boss was pretty amenable about the whole situation after I explained…and after I told her that you’ll be managing all my accounts when you get back, she couldn’t argue. Expensive time off, Win. Better get ready to have some fun. Plus, I have seven long weekend cards to use if I remember correctly.” That was my plan if she shot me down all night. I was going to argue that she had to honor at least one of them. I was going to tell her that if she wanted, if it was what she wanted after I’d laid it all out on the line, it could be the very last time she saw me. Luckily, she’s going to go along without kicking and screaming.

“You’re so crafty. And manipulating. Trying to buy my love again, I see?”

“The first time I was trying to buy a date. Now I’m trying to buy your love,” I admit, smiling. “Want to see the clothes I chose?” She hops off me and pulls me to stand. She swats my hand when I reach for my shirt.

Trailing a finger down the center of my chest down to the button on my jeans she whispers, “No shirts. You want my love…no shirts.”

“You have a shirt on,” I fire back, raising one brow. Windsor unbuttons her shirt unmercifully slowly, taking her sweet time sliding it over one shoulder and then the other. When it’s all the way off and her black bra is all I can see, she throws her shirt in my face. Pissed she covered my view, I throw the shirt to the ground.

“Not anymore,” she says, backing up, heading for her bedroom. It kicks in—the adrenaline…the fight or flight response that’s wavered in fucking neutral since the mission. Fight. I’m not running anymore. Not in my head. Not in my life and definitely not in my relationship with Windsor. She’s giving me another chance and, for fuck’s sake, I’m going to take full advantage of it. My paused life is officially in drive.

She unzips her skirt and steps out of it at the entrance to her room. I close the door behind us. I hesitate a second, studying her black thong, and then lock it. She laughs.

“Goose can’t do doorknobs,” she says, smiling, eyes roaming my body like I’m her favorite sight in the whole world. I run my hands through my hair self-consciously. She glances at the closet where Gretchen hung the new dresses all in garment bags. A crease forms between her eyes as she tries to decipher what they mean for our weekend destination.

I clear my throat. She startles.

“I’m not used to having men in my room. But I’m very glad you’re here.” Windsor nods toward the dresses. “We going to the Grammys or something?” I unbutton my pants and let them hit the floor. No underwear tonight. Her eyes widen. Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“We’re going to the bed,” I demand, flicking my gaze to it and back to her. I’m in front of her in the next second. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

I palm her bare ass in my big hands, and pull her against my hard dick. She kisses her tattoo on