“Cooper?” I’m not sure what I was asking.
“Parker, are you okay in there?” Meghan asked while knocking on the door, bringing us both out of our trances.
“Um, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” I said, trying to disengage myself from his hold, only making him hold on tighter.
“Okay, I think the coast is clear. Douche MCoop has left the building.” She giggled, and I was pretty sure I would kill her.
Cooper started to say something, and I quickly brought my hand up to block his mouth, but since we were in the dark, my thumb ended up in his eye socket, causing him to moan.
“Parker, are you all right? Did sitting in front of Douche MCoop leave you all hot and bothered you went to check to make sure your vaggggggina will still work?” She thought she was a fucking comedian. “Better tell him when he gets down there to blow first to get all that dust out. Oh, and by the way, Adam took off for a booty call.”
“Meghan,” I yelled. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go mix up some more martinis? I guess I’m crashing in the guest room.”
“Okie dokie, smokie!!!” She stumbled away, and I was wondering if someone could actually die from embarrassment. Either that or I was hoping the earth swallowed me up before I had to look in his eyes again.
When I couldn’t hear her anymore, I whispered, “You need to leave right now. She or anyone for that matter cannot know you were in here with me.”
“I’m not leaving. I’m driving you home. I thought that was already decided.”
“Nothing was decided, and I already told Meghan I would be sleeping here, so I don’t need you to drive me anywhere,” I said a little bit louder and more forceful than I wanted to, but I was freaking out.
“Baby, you can send me away, but this thing, you and me, it’s happening.” He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, and all I wanted to do was lean into him.
“This can’t happen again. You are my client. You are here for two months. I can’t do this.” I really wished the lights were on so I could look into his blue eyes.
He leaned down and slowly, like a wisp, kissed my lips. He let me go, unlocking the door, and turned around right before walking out. The lights from the hallway shadowed him.
“Babe, we just started.” He turned and walked away, leaving me speechless and horny as hell.
Chapter Five
I spend my Sunday nursing a hangover. I am never drinking again. Luckily James’s plans fell through, and he was able to bring Matthew to his game.
It’s been two years since the divorce, and yet it’s still weird being there but not being together.
I’m on my way home, where I see a bubble bath and an early night in my future, when my phone starts ringing. I look down, seeing it’s Cooper.
My mind is playing games with me. Should I answer or not? Before I can make up my mind, my finger has already hit the green button.
“Hello.”
“Babe, supper?”
“Um, hi, what do you mean?”
“I mean we are having supper.”
“Um, together at the same time?”
“Yeah, you me food. Pick you up in thirty?”
“I’m sorry. I must be confused. Did you just ask me to supper or tell me I’m having supper with you?”
“Same thing. What’s your address? I’ll swing by.”
“I’m sorry to bust your bubble, but I already have a date. If y—”
“You said you weren’t dating Adam,” he growls.
Growling. Why is this so hot?
“If you let me finish, I was going to say I have a date with my bathtub and couch.”
“You have to eat. I’ll pick you up. We’ll go to Overtime.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll meet you there. I’m already in the car. I was on my way home. I guess I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
“Yeah, babe, you will.” And with that, he ends his call. Someone really needs to tell him about phone etiquette.
I pull up at the same time as Cooper does, watching him get out of his truck. He’s wearing blue cargo shorts, a white T-shirt that I just want to rip off him, and his baseball cap covering the hair I want to run my fingers through.
When he spots me, he walks over to my truck, opens my door, leans in, and kisses me.
Right. On. The. Lips. In. Broad. Daylight.
“Babe.”
“Okay, so a couple of things we should go over. Number one, and this is a big one, no kissing in public, like ever. When you leave after two months I still have to live here, and it’s bad enough people might have seen us and will probably talk, but I can’t have my reputation ruined. Number two. No babe...ever.”