Maid for Each Other(84)
My arms wound around her so fucking fast. “I’ll do anything. Just name it.”
“Forgive me,” she said, looking up at me with so much seriousness on her pretty face that it hurt a little. “Please forgive me for assuming the worst about you.”
“What, uh…，” I said, torn between wanting to know what changed and wanting to shut the hell up and just go with it. “What changed?”
She bit down on her lower lip and tilted her head, watching me like she was trying to figure out her next words. “I know about RestWell.”
“What?” That was the absolute last thing I expected her to say. I was shocked and didn’t even try to deny it. I just asked, “How the hell did you find out about that?”
“So it’s true?” Abi looked up at me like she couldn’t quite believe it. “It’s actually you and Roman who do all of this…Robin Hooding?”
“It is,” I admitted, wondering if she knew that she was the only person in the world besides me and Roman who knew.
“I definitely want to talk about that, but first will you forgive me for being a judgmental asshole?”
“Done,” I said, sliding my hands up to cup her face. “Forgotten.”
“And the things I wrote were not about you,” she said, speaking quickly like she was in a hurry for me to know. “They were inspired by your lifestyle, but never about you, Dex.”
“Never?” I teased. “I mean, your asshole character’s name is my middle name.”
“Mostly never,” she corrected, a giggle in her voice. “He was created in the image of who I thought you were the first day I met you.”
“Ah,” I said. “When I promised to get you fired and maybe arrested.”
“That’s so Connor,” she replied. “Right?”
“I love you,” I said, feeling like I couldn’t go another second without saying it.
“I love you, too,” she said, and something about hearing her say those words made me weak.
I kissed her mouth, a small kiss that would’ve been appropriate all the times we attempted to pull that off, but I quickly pulled back. Because I needed to hear her utter those words one more time. “Say it again, Mariano.”
“I love you,” she said, her face glowing in complete happiness that I fucking adored.
“Again,” I said, lowering my mouth, and I knew what she was going to say before she even said it.
“You’re not the boss of me,” she said, biting my bottom lip. “But I’m saying I love you because I want to say I love you.”
“Fucking thank you for that,” I said, then I went in for everything.
I kissed her with everything I had, trying to make her feel what I felt for her. Her fingers gripped my cheeks, her tongue licked into me in a way that made every muscle in my body tense, and her lips were fucking wild.
We were fucking wild for each other.
I maneuvered her into my office, wanting to work fucking hard on Abi on top of my large mahogany desk. I lifted her, in love with the way she felt in my arms, but when I reached for her idiotic NEW YONK shirt, she pulled back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a snotty little grin on that addictive mouth.
“Oh, you want mine off first?” I teased, reaching over my shoulder to grab the back of my shirt.
“No,” she said, pushing my chest a little and climbing off the desk. “I mean, we can’t get naked, are you kidding?”
“Why not?”
“I have to work,” she said, her eyes narrowed like I was the one saying nonsensical bullshit. “I’ve already wasted too much time, to be honest.”
“Are you talking about cleaning my place?” She couldn’t be serious. “It looks great and I don’t care. I’ll tell them you scrubbed the place all night long.”
“No,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. “Masterkleen is paying me to do a job, so I’m going to do it. You need to leave or, like, retire to the bedroom.”
“Abigail Mariano,” I said, grabbing her shirt and jerking her back to me, “so help me God, I am going to call Ken Adams and get you fired, just so you have to stay here all night.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said around a laugh, and I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten lucky enough for her to choose my apartment to squat in.
“Try me,” I said.
“What if we made some sort of a deal,” she said with a grin. “You agree not to get me fired if I…？”
“I thought you didn’t want me to make any more little deals.”
“I don’t,” she said, groaning. “I was trying to be sexy.”
“Oh, is that what that was?” I asked, even though her watching paint dry would probably be sexy to me.
“It was. You were supposed to suggest something overtly sexual, to which I would agree, and then I could go scrub your damn windowpanes while we both suffered from raging need. Now…you ruined it.”
“I ruined it?” I said, laughing my ass off.
“Yes,” she said, laughing, too. “Now you’re just going to have to keep me company for the next few hours while I clean. So much more boring.”
“And after that…？” I asked, giving her an obnoxious eyebrow waggle.