“You do. It’s easy. Don’t press play. Plus, there hasn’t been anything happening worth watching.”
“He’s in love with you.”
“He is not. But even if he was, it wouldn’t matter.”
“It matters to me. Were you telling me the truth when you said you haven’t slept with him?”
“Is that what you think of me? I’m lying here in bed with you. Do you think I’d be doing that if I was sleeping with him?”
“I can’t think straight anymore, Kate.” I yank through my hair.
“That’s why this wasn’t a good idea.” She rolls away from me and sits up. “I shouldn’t have come.”
Like a fool, I say nothing, instead only watch as she goes to the bathroom and comes out dressed. “I called a cab,” she says quietly, her eyes purposefully avoiding mine. “But then I realized I don’t know your address.”
“Come back to bed.”
“Just tell me your address so I can go.”
“No.”
“No?”
“If you really want to go home, I’ll take you. But you’re going to listen first.”
She doesn’t agree, but she doesn’t make any attempt to move to the bed either. So I move to her, not bothering to put on any clothes or cover up. It throws her off guard. “Kiss me.”
“What? No.”
“Damn it, Kate.” I cup her head and seal my mouth over hers. Her flimsy attempt to protest is quickly swallowed by a moan as her body sags into my arms. My heart is raging in my chest as I lift her and carry her back to bed.
“Cooper …”
I cut her off. “Shhh … tomorrow. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
chapter twenty-three
Kate
Stubble. If I thought Cooper Montgomery was a god cleanly shaven, wearing a custom-tailored suit, it was only because I’ve never seen him in ripped jeans, a dark t-shirt and stubble. Jesus. The man does things to me. Seeing him standing at the stove, suddenly the speech I’d rehearsed in my mind has escaped me.
“Morning.” He grins at me and eyes my stealing his dress shirt again with approval.
“Coffee?”
“Kiss first.” He crooks his finger in my direction with a steely gaze.
I roll my eyes like it’s the ultimate sacrifice as I lazily shuffle over to him.
He grabs my ass with one hand and directs my head to where he wants it with the other. The hand on my backside swats with a hard smack when he releases my mouth.
“What was that for?” I rub the stinging cheek of my ass.
“For rolling your eyes at me.” Strangely, I think to myself that I’ll need to remember to roll my eyes more often.
“I thought you didn’t cook?” I peer at the three burners he has going.
“I don’t.”
“Looks like you know what you’re doing.”
“I said I didn’t cook. I never said I didn’t know how. Sit. I’ll pour your coffee.”
“Bossy,” I mumble under my breath, but take the seat he points to on the other side of the counter.
“You must be difficult to work for.”
Cooper cocks one eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Because you’re so bossy.”
“My employees don’t tend to be as difficult as you.” He slides a mug over to me.
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“Do you have a lot of female employees?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
“I’m not sure.” I shrug and consider it. “It might. But that’s not why I asked.”
“Okay. Well about half of my department heads are women.”
“And do you find any of them bossy?”
A wry grin crosses his perfectly masculine face. “You think I have an issue with women in general?”
“Maybe.” I sip my coffee.
Cooper plates breakfast and walks around the island to join me at the stools. He leans down, sweeps the hair from my shoulder and tenderly kisses my neck. His words vibrate on my skin. “You’re the only woman I have an issue with.”
Belly full, I fork the remnants of breakfast around my plate, delaying the inevitable. The conversation is bound to come. “I seem to overeat when I’m with you,” I say, finishing the last of the bacon.
“That’s good. I like to watch you eat.”
“Well if I ate like this often, I’d gain ten pounds in a month.”
“Not with lots of exercise.”
“I’m not really great about getting to the gym. Twice-a-week yoga if I’m being good.”
“There are plenty of other ways to burn calories I think you might enjoy better.” Cooper kisses my mouth and takes my plate to the sink.