Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,36

move in here. It’s just about finished, and the buildout should be completed next week or so.”

She walked toward me, lifting up a white fluffy robe. “Ding, ding, ding. I think I have a winner here.”

“Only one?” I quirked an eyebrow.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

I smiled at her. “Real cute.”

“No, you can have it. I’ll just run to the house and get a change of clothes.” She bit her bottom lip, and it was the sexiest thing.

I pushed aside all thoughts that she was wet and cute and talented in all things because I shouldn’t—and wouldn’t—get involved with her. Not when I was leaving soon. But damn … damn, was she sexy right now.

“It’s raining. And I left my umbrella by your garbage can. Is there an umbrella here somewhere?” I peered behind her at the front entrance.

“Let’s go searching.” She moved to the front closet right by the door. She opened the door, turned around, and frowned. “Nope.”

“I’ll just go home.”

She shook her head. “That’s ridiculous. The rain hasn’t let up, and you’re soaked. You’ll catch pneumonia.”

“Fine, you take the robe.” I smiled at the look on her face. “Just throw me a towel.”

She blinked at me, doe-eyed and beautiful.

“We are all adults here,” I said.

Honestly, I should go home. I was wet and cold, and the proper thing to do would be to leave now. Get in my car and stop thinking about Charlie.

“Yes, we are all adults here … but you own the company I work for, and this seems highly inappropriate, don’t you think? If it were to get out to Alyssa or Casey … I’ll just run to the house to get a change of clothes.”

“You go out there in the rain, and you’ll be the one to catch pneumonia. Then, you’ll call in sick. Then, I won’t meet my deadline. So, technically, I’m thinking about myself here.” My voice was light, but I could not take my eyes off of her and how her T-shirt clung to her chest. I swallowed. Hard. “Go to the bathroom. Put on that robe and throw me a towel. The sooner we get our clothes in the dryer, the sooner I can get out of here.”

The overhead clock by the kitchenette said it was three in the morning. I thought she was gonna argue with me because she pushed out her bottom lip. But then she turned, walked into the washroom, and shut the door, taking the robe with her.

Man … I was in trouble. Because I was attracted to her. I had been attracted to her since that first day in front of the candy wall, and I was even more attracted to her now. It was as though the more time I spent with her, the more I liked her—liked her in a way I knew I shouldn’t.

I shook my head. It didn’t matter because nothing was going to happen between us. I could be attracted to her. Nothing was wrong with that. I just wasn’t going to act on it. The end.

Charlie

Ten minutes later, I was seated on the couch. The robe smelled like it hadn’t been worn in years. I bet this belonged to the former owners who used to live here. And to be honest, that was kind of gross.

Connor paced the room, only wearing a towel. My eyes scoured his bare chest and the six-pack that had my mouth watering. Seriously, how much could one person work out? I purposely had to concentrate on his face because every time my eyes wandered, they would run further south down his abs to what lay underneath the towel, to what was visibly there. I swallowed.

“This is crazy. All of it.” He motioned to the room around him. “Anyone who can’t see that you have talent is obviously blind, no offense to your mother.”

I smiled. Had been smiling ever since I sat on the couch. It was the way he made me feel … like I was the absolute best artist out there—which I knew wasn’t true, but still, it made me feel empowered.

“You have to draw something for me. I’ll pay you.”

“Draw something for you?” I perked up on my seat. Immediately, my mind went to the gutter, thinking of painting his perfect naked form. I forced my eyes to stay level with his face.

“I’ll take it to New York with me. Hang it up. Kind of remind me of this fun adventure we had today.”

Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just me