Chapter 60
“So, are you going to marry me?” Reese asked, as he sat on the bed and slid his ring on her finger, clearly not really all that concerned with her answer.
“I’m still thinking about it,” she said, biting back a smile as Reese leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder.
“You’re still thinking about it?” he asked, smiling against her shoulder.
“Mmhmm, I need to think about my options,” she said, nodding solemnly even though she’d decided that he was worth it.
Whatever happened, he was definitely worth it.
“I see,” he murmured before asking, “And is there anything that I could do to help my case?”
“Room service?” she suggested as she looked at the ring on her finger and tried not to smile.
“You’re feeling better?” he asked, kissing her shoulder again.
“Yes,” she said, deciding that it probably wouldn’t help if she told him that she was feeling a lot better than she had in days thanks to the adjustment to her nausea medication.
“Is there anything that you’re in the mood for?” he asked softly, kissing his way to her spine.
Biting back a groan, she said, “You.”
“You’ve already got me,” he said, pressing a kiss against her other shoulder.
Sighing heavily, she shook her head. “This interview really isn’t going well.”
“Damn,” he said, chuckling as he kissed his way back to her spine. “What else would you like to know?”
“Well, you still haven’t told me how we all ended up at the same hotel,” she said with a pointed look over her shoulder.
Sighing, he kissed her spine one last time before sitting up. “My father proposed to my mother here.”
“That doesn’t really explain why your ex-fiancé was here or how she knew that you were proposing with the cake,” she pointed out.
“My father, in his infinite wisdom, dragged my mother to this hotel, proposed with a piece of cake, and fucked it up in every way imaginable,” he said, chuckling as he placed his hand on her back and began to gently rub, which she allowed because she was in a generous mood.
“And…”
“And, my brothers told her about it mostly to fuck with her head, because they knew that I would never do it for her, which meant that she demanded it,” he murmured, running his hand down the middle of her back.
“Because…”
“Because this place is special,” he said absently as he ran his hand over her bottom, making her lips twitch.
This man had a serious obsession with her ass, she thought with a smile as she gave her bottom a little wiggle in demand for him to continue.
“And I am?” she asked, wondering about that.
“Yes,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze that made it difficult to focus.
“Did you ever bring her here?”
“No, but knowing her, she’s probably been on Roger’s ass to do it,” he said, not really sounding all that concerned.
“And what are you going to do about Roger?” she asked, closing her eyes as she allowed herself to enjoy this.
“Nothing,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “Any more questions?”
“Yes,” she said with a sniff.
“Am I allowed to ask questions?” he asked, running his hand down her back.
“I believe this is my interview, Yummy,” she pointed out with a long-suffering sigh and another wiggle of her bottom to get the man to focus.
“My apologies,” he murmured with a kiss against her shoulder, somewhat appeasing her.
“What are you planning on doing about work?” she asked, hoping that he did the right thing so that she wasn’t forced to slap some sense into him.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he said, pressing a kiss against her spine as his hand focused on her bottom.
“Do you like being a cop?” she asked, opening her eyes so that she could watch him.
For several minutes he didn’t say anything, he just sat there, watching his hand move over her body and when he finally answered, he surprised her. “I love working with my brother and helping people, but for the most part I hate it.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked, turning over onto her side so that she could reach up and trace his jaw.
“I know what I want to do, but I’m not qualified to do it,” he said, placing his hand on the swell of her belly.
“And that is…”
“I want to design renovations.”
“You don’t want to design houses?” she asked, for some reason really not surprised.
Shaking his head, he said, “I like fixing mistakes.”
“And my kitchen was a mistake?” she asked, laying her hand over his.
“Your kitchen was a nightmare,” he readily agreed, making her laugh.
“So, what’s stopping you from doing what you love?” she asked, wondering if this was finally the right time to show him the website that she’d been working on for him.
He shrugged. “I don’t have the experience or the training.”
“Would your uncle hire you to do it?” she asked, wondering if that was the best route for him to go.
It would give him job security, allow him to get some experience under his belt and allow him to do what he loved to do, which meant that she wouldn’t be forced to beat him with a pillow again.
“No, he has guys that do that,” he said with a shrug, making her fingers twitch with the need to grab a pillow.
“Have you asked?” she asked, running her fingers over the back of his hand and noting the way that his eyes hungrily took in her breasts and other places, which meant that he wasn’t a hundred percent focused and this was the best time to have this conversation.
“No,” he said, licking his lips as his eyes moved down her stomach and settled between her legs.
This was going to be so easy, she thought, almost feeling bad, but clearly, he needed her help.
“How about we make a deal?” she asked, shifting her legs slightly apart to give him a better view.
“What kind of deal?” he asked, sliding his hand up to cup her breast.
“You have to ask your Uncle,” she moaned, understandably having a difficult time focusing right now.
“He’ll say no,” Reese murmured, teasing her nipple.
“And if he doesn’t…”
“Then I guess I’ll be handing in my badge.”