see,” I said casually. “You just mentioned you’re a control freak in bed.”
“I’ve never had a complaint.”
“Well, the way you kissed me today almost got your ass laid,” I boldly said, letting him know I was all in, and mainly to see if I was right about him feeling me out for more.
Jim laughed, pushing his plate to the side, while I worked on finishing the last of my meal. “That video you showed me of Addison today—she’s definitely your daughter.”
“What makes you say that?” I answered, maybe the subject change was a better idea.
He sipped his wine. “Well, aside from her lively blue eyes and her black curly hair, she’s full of life. Just the will of determination in watching her swim for the first time in that video? She’s pretty remarkable. How long did it take for her to learn to swim?”
“That very day.” I smiled at the memory. “She was pissed at having to go through all of the technical lifesaving parts. Then the next thing we know, she’s almost swimming the length of the pool.”
“Adorable.” Jim smiled, then we were interrupted when his phone rang. “Shit, this is Alex on my personal line. I’ll take it in the other room.”
“Okay,” I answered. “I’ve got the dishes tonight.”
He smiled back as he left the room to take his call, and once the dishes were done and the kitchen was cleaned, he was back.
“Are you up for chilling in the movie room for a couple of hours with me? My friend, Collin—you met him at the restaurant—well, I need to check out some video he’s in before it gets sent over to some documentarians. He’s kind of a hot-shot neurosurgeon. It’s all very boring. Want to try to keep me awake?”
“Sure. I’ll pop the popcorn,” I said.
Jim laughed. “You’re serious?”
“Well, something about that home theater and those couches that are longer than anything I’ve ever seen makes me want some popcorn.”
“Well, you haven’t seen long yet.” He arched his eyebrow in a way that made me hope he would follow through on that.
“Funny,” I said.
“Allow me to get the popcorn. Change into something comfortable. This might be a long, boring situation.”
“Fuck,” I said. “I completely forgot to dry my clothes.”
“You can wear one of my shirts if you’d like. I’m sure they fit like a short nightgown.”
“Lead the way, and we’ll get this show on the road.”
We were up in Jim’s room, and going through his thousand-dollar suits and clothes. “These clothes are too expensive for me to even look at,” I said with honesty. “Don’t you have a T-shirt or something?”
“Here.” Jim pulled out black and white pin-striped button-down shirt. “I rarely wear this. The button-down will be warmer than just a tee. You can keep the thing if you find it lounge-worthy.”
“An ex-girlfriend buy it or something?” I taunted, taking the shirt.
“Nah, my design…” he stopped himself. “It was made for me to wear at an event. I never attended it, and truthfully, I just don’t like the coloring.”
“Well, I think you’d look damn fine in it,” I said. “Either way, I’ll change, and,” I turned back before leaving the room, “do we even have popcorn?”
“I’ll make some,” he said with that dark, sexy look, studying me. Why couldn’t I be a mind reader? He was complex, to say the least, but that’s what made him that much more enticing.
An hour into leaning against Jim, my eyes were hurting from this dull interview. I was sitting here, wishing we were exploring whether or not we’d enjoy having sex after our dinner talk instead. After three years of not being intimate, I was down for this guy to take all the control he wanted while fucking me. I’d take dungeon sex right about now.
“What are you thinking?” Jim asked while both of us finished off the second batch of popcorn.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly,” Jim chuckled.
“That I’d take dungeon sex right about now.” I looked up, and his eyes caught mine.
I was leaning against him, my legs stretched out on the couch that extended from wall-to-wall in this room. I guess it was the popcorn and the two glasses of wine that had me sitting next to him like we’d been a couple for years.
“I meant about this boring documentary.” He laughed, but his eyes were intently on mine.
“Your friend is sexy,” I started. “He kind of reminds me of Paul Walker—RIP,” I said, thinking about the handsome man who’d left this world so tragically.
“Great, this shit is going to backfire