Chapter Twenty
~ Ashton ~
I woke in the morning with Anna nudging me gently in the ribs. I smiled and opened my eyes. She was wide awake, looking at me, grinning like the Cheshire cat. The same as every morning, her eyes were still droopy from sleep and her hair was messy and sticking out. Still, she took my breath away.
“Hi. What are you grinning at me like that for?” I asked, confused. Had I done something to make her happy? I thought back over the last few days but couldn’t think of anything specific, today was just a random Thursday, so nothing was going on that I could think of.
“Well, I’ve got you something for your birthday on Saturday, but I need to give it to you now.”
“What? How do you know it’s my birthday on Saturday?” I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes and propping myself up on my elbow.
She chuckled. “You told me, remember? When we were at my parents’ house, when you first started,” she explained, shrugging and leaning away from me. My stomach clenched as it always did when she was about to move away from me. I reached out and put my hand on the small of her back so I could savour the last touch before she got dressed and we were back to just being bodyguard and client. When we were all cuddled up in bed, I liked to believe we were more than that.
Instead of getting out of the bed though, she reached into her bedside cabinet and pulled out an envelope with her name on the front, but I noticed that it was addressed to next door, to Dean and Peter’s apartment.
She sat crossed-legged on the bed and held the envelope out to me, grinning wildly. I smiled. Anna liked to do things for me; even just little things like making my favourite food seemed to make her happy. I loved it when she smiled.
“Here.” She bit on her lip like she always did when she was excited.
Seeing her lip in her teeth like that made my mouth water. I wanted to bite her lip like that. Thoughts of her lip between my teeth and her tongue in my mouth started to play out in my mind. I felt a stir in my boxers, so I quickly looked away from her, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to think of other things.
I took the envelope from her hand and frowned uncomfortably. This was my first birthday present since my parents had died over eleven years ago and I didn’t really know how to deal with it. “Baby Girl, you shouldn’t keep buying me things.”
She didn’t need to spend money on me; to be honest, the best thing she could give me, she gave me every day – just a smile, a laugh, and her time. All I ever wanted was just to be with her. It almost killed me just to be her friend, but that was what she wanted and needed, so I tried my hardest every day to make her happy. She was everything that was good in my world, the most important and precious thing in my life, and I would always love her, even if she couldn’t feel the same about me.
“I like to buy you things. Now, will you just open it before I do?” she cried, practically bouncing on the bed with excitement.
I laughed and opened the envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper. It was an itinerary for tomorrow. I frowned, confused because we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow. I scanned the details quickly. At eight in the morning we were to be at the airport, ready to fly to her parents’ house on the lake. Apparently a helicopter would meet us at the airport, transfer us to the Lake House, where I would deliver the jewel. The helicopter would then take me back to the airport in time for flights to LA.
My mouth was dry. “What’s this?” I asked, not liking the sound of delivering the jewel and then leaving without her.
She laughed happily. “I got you the weekend off and booked you flights to go home for the weekend so you can spend your birthday with your friends!” she chirped, her eyes dancing with delight.
No. Fucking. Way!
“Anna, what?” I gasped, reading over the paper again. Apparently I was to deliver her to her parents, then fly to LA. She’d booked a rental car too for me to pick up at the airport that I would use all weekend. On Monday morning I had flights to go back to the Lake House to pick her up again and escort her back to college.
“I’m going home for the weekend, and you, Dean and Peter get the weekend off. The only trouble is that you’ll be travelling most of Friday and Monday because they’re being all pathetic and won’t let me fly on my own, I’m sorry,” she said, frowning angrily.
She’s planned for me to spend the whole weekend without her? No way, I’m not doing that! “You want to go home and send me off for the weekend?” I asked, shocked. I was actually a little hurt because she looked so happy about being away from me for the weekend. Does she not feel anything for me at all? I immediately mentally chastised myself for that thought. I knew she felt something for me, and that she was doing this for me. Maybe she didn’t realise that it would almost kill me to be away from her for that long. I couldn’t do it, not for a whole weekend. I physically didn’t think I was strong enough to be away from her, not just because I was desperately in love with her, but because I’d be worrying about her too damn much. What if something happened to her? What if that was the day they came for her, and I wasn’t there to protect her?
She cocked her head to the side, looking like a curious puppy. “Why are you not looking happy about this? I thought you’d want to see your friends for the weekend.” Her face fell, and I immediately felt terrible because I was obviously hurting her feelings.
I grabbed her and pulled her down next to me. “Baby Girl, this is really thoughtful of you, really, no one has ever done anything like this for me or put themselves out so much for me, and I love it, I do,” I started, unsure how to word it. I took a deep breath, composing my thoughts. “But I just can’t do that,” I added, looking at her intently.
Confusion crossed her face. “You can,” she insisted. “I’ve arranged everything; you just need to take me back to my parents first.”
I shook my head. “Anna, you’re not understanding me. I love the gift, but I can’t go. I can’t leave you,” I stated, willing her to understand and not be upset.
She rolled her eyes. “Pretty Boy, seriously, you worry about me too freaking much. There are over ten guards at my parents’ house, you know that. Plus, they have all the security on the house too. There’s nothing that can hurt me there,” she countered. “I promise I won’t sneak off without guards,” she said sarcastically. I smiled at her blatant lie. We both knew she would sneak out to see Jack; there was no way she’d take a guard there.
I shook my head in rejection. “I’m sorry that I’m ruining your gift, but I’m not going,” I said sternly.
“Why?” she cried, looking hurt and a little annoyed.
“Anna, I don’t want to be without you for the weekend. You’ve done this so that I’ll have a nice birthday, am I right?” I asked, waving the itinerary at her, watching her face. She nodded and pouted, shooting me the begging face that I had zero resistance to. I groaned. Oh shit, not the face! Please don’t use the face on me because I can’t give in on this! “Well, I won’t have a nice birthday without you. I can’t leave you,” I explained, trying not to sound too much like an obsessive stalker.
A smile played on the edges of her mouth. She obviously liked what I’d said about not leaving her, and it made my insides do a flip. “But you’ll get to see your friends, go out with them and get drunk. You’ll probably get some birthday sex,” she teased.
I mentally sighed. It was so hard being in love with this girl when she had no idea. She was making a casual comment about me getting laid, when in all honesty, I was pretty sure that I’d never want sex again if it wasn’t with her. I just didn’t even see other girls anymore, everyone just looked so plain compared to her and I knew they always would.
“Anna, I’m not going. Thank you for the thought, it’s honestly the most special thing anyone has ever done for me, but I’m not spending my birthday without you.” That was the end of it. We were staying here and I would have the best birthday ever, even if I just got to hold her for a couple of seconds. Her eyes started to fill with tears and I felt my heart break. “Aww shit. Please don’t cry. I just want to spend my birthday with you,” I insisted, wiping her tears quickly and kissing her cheek tenderly. She was fighting for control; I knew she didn’t like to cry.
“I just wanted to give you a nice birthday,” she explained, her voice breaking.
“It’ll be the best birthday I’ve ever had, as long as I’m with you,” I promised. Nothing would ever top that; just waking up next to her on my birthday would make it the best ever.
She smiled weakly. “You’re just too damn sweet, Pretty Boy,” she whispered, making my heart beat faster and my hands itch to touch her soft skin, to hold her and caress her, and to finally be able to tell her that I loved her.
“You know they say that it’s the thought that counts? Well that’s true, and this thought blows my mind, so thank you.” I smiled, pressing my body against her side lightly, feeling her warmth seep into my skin and my legs brush against hers. Goosebumps broke out all over my body at the small contact of her skin on mine. I lay down next to her and sighed contentedly.
“Please think about it,” she begged, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers.
I shook my head. “I can’t. I don’t even want to think about a weekend away from you, I’d miss you too damn much. I’d be pining for you the whole time, which would suck big time.”
“But you’d get to see Nate,” she countered, obviously still trying to persuade me.
“Anna, the only way I’m going to LA is if you come with me,” I rebutted. Wait, that’s a great idea! I can take her with me to LA and introduce her to my friends, show her around where I live and the places that we’ve talked about! Excitement started to build in my chest at the thought of it. “Come with me,” I suggested, pushing myself up so I could look at her face. She laughed, obviously thinking I was joking. I raised one eyebrow, waiting for my offer to sink in.
Her smile slowly faded. “Seriously?”
I nodded eagerly. “Hell yeah! You want me to see my friends, and I want to be with you, so that’s a great solution.” I was already starting to plan it out in my head. I’d have to keep Nate and Seth away from her, they were total players and probably wouldn’t care that she was mine.
“Ashton, I can’t,” she laughed nervously, looking at me like I was crazy. She playfully pushed on my chest, so I grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head. I rolled on top of her, being careful to keep my weight off her. My heart swelled at the fact that she let me do this to her. If anyone else – even her own mother – pinned her to the bed, she’d be going crazy, but she was smiling at me while I did it, her trust in me evident in her eyes. She wasn’t scared of me, and I loved it. She was meant to be with me, I just needed to make her see it too.
“Sure you can. I’ll get to introduce you to my friends. We’ll have to keep up the girlfriend charade though because they don’t know I’m assigned to you, they think I’m in Washington in Division Two,” I explained, grinning happily. This was going to be great. I could tell she wanted to, her eyes were excited, but she was trying to hide it from me.
“I’d love to come, but I can’t. Dean and Peter are getting time off too, I can’t ask them to give up the weekend, it’s been planned for weeks. We can’t even stay here, we’ll have to go to the lake house if you won’t go to LA,” she protested, shaking her head firmly.
I smiled persuasively. “How about I make you a deal?” I offered, smiling and pulling her arms higher above her head so her hands were touching. She looked so incredibly hot and trusting under me like that. I wanted to kiss her so badly that it was almost painful, but I wouldn’t, she wouldn’t want that.
“What kind of deal?” she asked.
She shifted one of her legs out from under me, only to hitch it over my hip and lay it across my ass so my crotch was pressed against hers. My body reacted immediately to the intimate position. I gulped and scooted down slightly so that my groin was pressed into the bed between her legs rather than onto her. She didn’t need to know just how freaking crazy she drove my body. The girl had some talent, that’s for sure; she could turn me on just by looking at me in the right way. It was ridiculous. I’d never felt anything like this attraction for her, it was almost animalistic, and if we were dating for real, I’d probably want to make love to her for twenty three out of the twenty four hours in the day, only allowing her time off for eating and bathroom breaks.
My brain was like mush as I struggled to remember what we were talking about before she moved and made me think of other things.
I cleared my throat as I finally composed myself. “Here’s the deal. You come with me to LA if I can get them to agree to it, or if I can’t, then we both stay at the lake house,” I offered. “Either way, I’m spending my birthday with you,” I tagged on the end.
She sighed sadly. “Ashton, I’m not gonna be able to go. It’s not fair to pull Dean and Peter out of a weekend off. Dean’s going home to stay with his mom; he said he hasn’t seen her for almost a year.”
“Is it a deal or not?” I asked, grinning slyly. I was pretty sure I could convince them to let me take her, but even if they refused, it was a win-win situation for me. Whatever happened, I would get to be with the love of my life.
“Okay, deal,” she agreed dejectedly. I could tell she was disappointed; clearly, she wanted me to see my friends and was feeling bad that it wouldn’t happen now. I bent and kissed her lips lightly just for a second, pulling away before I wouldn’t be able to. She whimpered unconsciously as I pulled away and I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that she wanted me, even if she wasn’t interested in a relationship.
I climbed out of the bed, being sure to keep my back to her so she wouldn’t see my painful arousal. That was another thing she did to me, she made me so damn hard that it hurt. I was literally stiff as a board, and probably spent a solid three to four hours that way every day. Not that Anna knew that, of course, I did well to keep it from her. I pulled on a pair of jeans, arranging my erection so it wasn’t too noticeable.
“Where are you going?”
I turned to look at her over my shoulder and quickly looked away because she was doing the face. The pouty, pleading, hurt face that made me want to throw myself at her feet and beg her to take me, to let me spend my life making her happy, to give her any damn thing in the world. I’d known her for two months now, and in that time I’d fallen so in love with her, it was ridiculous. I would do anything for her, absolutely anything.
“I’m going to see if I can get us to LA for the weekend,” I replied, smiling to myself as I imagined her waking up in my tiny apartment.
I walked out of the room and pulled the door tightly shut, unlocking my phone and dialling Maddy’s phone number. “Senator Spencer’s office,” she answered immediately.
“Hi, ma’am, it’s Agent Taylor. How are you?” I asked, being polite. I needed to get her on my side; hopefully if this went well, she would need to rearrange a lot of things for the trip tomorrow.
“Oh, Agent Taylor, I’m very well. How are you and Annabelle doing?” she asked cheerfully.
“We’re both really good. Actually, I was hoping to speak to the Senator, is that possible?”
She tapped away on her keyboard. “Well, according to his schedule, he’s free for the next fifteen minutes. Let me buzz you through,” she chirped, putting me on hold.
I waited a few seconds, heading over and boosting myself up onto the kitchen counter. “Agent Taylor, is everything okay? How’s Annabelle?” the Senator asked as he came onto the phone.
“She’s very good, sir. I just wanted to talk to you about this weekend.” I mentally crossed my fingers that he would say yes.
He laughed. “Ah, she’s finally told you.”
I smiled. “Yes, sir, she did.” I winced, praying he’d consent. “Sir, Anna and I have been talking and we wondered if it would be possible for her to come to LA with me.”
“To LA?” he repeated.
“Yes, sir. Anna really wants to go. I think it would be good for her, she’s doing so well here.” Anna was actually doing brilliantly at the moment; she loved school and was settling in really well and making friends.
“Agent Taylor, that’s not possible. Your far guards have been given the weekend off, as have you. You should make the most of it. It’s not a scheduled school break, but I won’t ask the far guards to give up a weekend that’s been promised to them,” he said sternly, his tone implying that I was crazy even to suggest it.
“Sir, I wasn’t asking for the far guards. I could take Anna to LA on my own. She would stay at my apartment with me. I live with another agent, his name is Nate Peters. He graduated second under me at the academy, and I know that he would be willing to protect Anna with me if I needed him to. She really would like to go,” I persuaded. I had no doubt in my mind that Nate would protect her if the need arose.
“Agent Taylor, are you seriously asking me to let you take Annabelle to LA without a far guard? Do you understand what you’re asking of me? Carter Thomas’ organisation has been threatening her constantly and the trial is only three months away,” he replied condescendingly.
I frowned angrily. Did he think I didn’t know that? Did he not know that I thought about that asshole constantly and that if I ever saw him, I would rip his heart out, and wrap it in gift wrap for her?
I took a deep breath, trying not to growl my answer. “I am very well aware of the situation, sir. But I will be able to protect her; you know I can. I would die for Anna, and I would never let anything hurt her. Sir, I think you should let her go. In a little under a month’s time, there’s a very good chance that you’re going to be elected President. Once that happens, Anna will probably never get the opportunity to be normal again. You can trust me, Sir. I give you my word that she’ll be safe with me,” I promised. Nothing would hurt Anna as long as I had breath in my body.
He took a deep, shaky breath, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Please, come on, please! He was quiet for about thirty seconds, and disappointment ran through my veins. Lake House it was then. At least I’d get to spend time with her there, and she’d get to go and visit Jack, she’d like that.
“I’ll ask Maddy to arrange the details,” he answered and my heart leapt into my throat as my mouth popped open in shock. “Agent Taylor, please take care of my little girl,” he begged, not sounding like the next President, but like a worried father.
“I will, I promise.” I jumped off the stool, fighting the urge to do a happy dance in the middle of the kitchen.
“I know you will, son, and if it was any other Agent asking for this, then I’d say no, I just want you to know that. She trusts you, and so do I,” he stated. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at his words.
“Thank you, Sir. I won’t let you down,” I vowed, grinning from ear to ear.
Instead of going straight in to tell her, I grabbed some bagels and spread them with cream cheese. I made two cups of coffee, putting it all on a tray, along with one of the roses from the bunch that I had bought her last week. I’d been buying her flowers every week, trying to be romantic. I grinned as I made my way back into the bedroom, seeing it empty.
I set the tray on the bed and walked over to the bathroom door, hearing the shower running in there. “I made breakfast. Are you gonna be long?”
“No, I’m just about to get out,” she called back as the water snapped off.
I shivered as I imagined her standing naked in that room, just a few feet away from me, her glorious body all wet and dripping. I groaned at the thought. “Damn it,” I mumbled, quickly coming away from the door and taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
She came out a couple of minutes later, a towel wrapped around her body that came to her mid-thigh, her legs still glistening. I reluctantly dragged my eyes away as she walked to the bed, pulling her pink robe over the top. A cute, little confused expression crossed her face as I placed the tray on her lap. This wasn’t the type of thing I usually made her for breakfast; I usually stuck to fruit salad, toast or cereal, because everything I cooked burnt to a crisp for some reason.
I grinned smugly. “It’s a typical LA breakfast.”
She looked even more confused for a couple of seconds, before understanding and then excitement shot across her face. “I can go with you?” she cried, spilling half a cup of coffee all over the tray as she jerked up excitedly.
My heart leapt at her excitement. I nodded in confirmation, grinning like an idiot. “Yep, you can come.”
She squealed and grabbed me, spilling the other half of the coffee over the tray in the process. As she clung around my neck, I lifted the tray off her lap and set it on the bed. Suddenly her body stiffened against mine. “Oh,” she said quietly, pulling back. I looked at her beautiful face, watching the excitement fade. She looked a little sad, guilty even.
“What’s up?” I asked, reaching out and brushing a loose hair up into the towel she had twisted on top of her head.
“I just feel bad for Dean, that’s all.”
I laughed quietly. She really was incredible this girl, always thinking of other people. “You don’t need to feel bad for Dean, he’s not coming. He and Peter still have the weekend off,” I informed her, smiling proudly.
Her eyes narrowed. “Well, who are they sending? Not Mike, I hate Mike,” she sneered at his name.
I laughed at her reaction. “No, not Mike. You don’t need to worry, you like who you’re going with,” I said confidently. She raised her eyebrows, clearly not believing me. She didn’t like any of the other guards. She had warmed to Dean, and I think she quite liked Peter too, but she hated the guards at the lake house.
She eyed me suspiciously. “Well, who’s taking me then?”
I grinned proudly. “Me.”
She looked at me expectantly. “And…”
“And me,” I replied, grinning at her.
She gasped. “Just you? Are you freaking kidding me? No far guard?” she cried with wide eyes.
I nodded. “Just me, no far guard,” I confirmed, smiling, my chest throbbing painfully because of how excited she was.
She squealed and threw herself at me; the force of it caught me off guard and threw us both off the bed. I twisted so I took all of the impact of the floor and held her protectively to my chest. It hurt a little but not too bad. I laughed as she gasped, obviously shocked at what had happened.
She cupped her hands around my face, looking at me worriedly. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, laughing. “I’m fine.”
A smile spread slowly across her face as she took in the news again. “I really get to come to LA? Just with you?” she asked, pressing her perfectly toned body to me tightly.
I nodded. I couldn’t speak; I was incredibly turned on by this position. She was straddling me and leaning over me so our chests were pressed together. Her robe had opened at the bottom, and I could see one of her legs right up to the top of her thigh. I was rock hard, and there was no way to disguise it this time, she was sitting on top of it, for goodness’ sake.
“Thank you,” she breathed as she bent her head and kissed me, hard, making my whole body yearn for her.
I brought my hand up to the back of her head and tried to get her closer, moaning in the back of my throat as the desire took over my body. I had the bare minimum of control when she jumped on me like this. Most of the time I could manage to keep in my mind that I couldn’t upset her. If I didn’t love her so much then I wouldn’t even try to stay away from her. It was weird, but because I loved her, I almost didn’t want to be with her, because I couldn’t stand to see her upset afterwards. It was impossible to reconcile, the need to be with her, but yet, at the same time, wanting to stay away.
As she nibbled on my bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, I shook my head which made her whimper with disappointment. The sound nearly killed me inside. I hated myself sometimes, I really did; I was putting her through so much. I twisted and rolled so that she was underneath me, and then kissed her again, taking control this time. When she parted her lips, I kissed her passionately, sucking on her tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth, lighting a fire deep within me.
I had more control of myself when I was on top, I knew when to stop. I pulled out of the kiss as she ran her hands down my back, scratching with her nails, making me moan breathily. I groaned. Everything about her was incredible. She was perfect for me. If I could only get her to see that I was perfect for her too, then we’d be set for life. I looked into her gorgeous brown eyes, almost losing myself. I kissed her nose gently as her breathing slowed down.
“Maddy’s changing the flights and stuff and she’s going to let me know the new details,” I told her, brushing the damp hair from her face where it had escaped the towel.
She looked at me curiously. “How did you manage to do this?”
“I asked your father.”
She gasped. “You asked my dad? And he agreed to this? Seriously?”
“Yep.”
She looked at me proudly, making me feel like I was a hundred feet tall. “He must really like you,” she smiled, her eyes shining with pride and happiness.
“I guess so.” I shrugged dismissively, but her words were hitting me hard. Of course I wanted him to like me; I was in love with his daughter.
She grinned. “Wanna skip school today so we can pack?” she asked excitedly.
I laughed. “Whatever you say, ma’am,” I replied, climbing off her quickly before she grabbed me again. I knew she liked it when I called her that, so I did it occasionally just to tease her. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her forehead, then turned and reached up, grabbing one of the suitcases from on top of the closet. “Want to share one of these?”
She nodded, already digging in her drawers and pulling out underwear and toiletries. “Sure,” she agreed. “What kind of things should I pack? What kind of clothes do girls wear there?”
I smiled at her flustered face as she walked to the closet, opening it and peering in. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, sighing at just how perfectly she fitted me. “People wear all kinds of different stuff. How you normally look is incredible, so just take what you want. Whatever you wear, I’m sure you’ll be the most beautiful thing in the whole of Los Angeles.” She didn’t need to dress up to look stunning, I’d never seen a girl rock a pair of sweats and a hoodie like she did, whatever she wore she looked beautiful.
She laughed. “Do you get these lines straight out of a how to pick up women book, Ashton?” she asked, elbowing me gently in the stomach.
I chuckled. “Yeah, is it working?”
“Most definitely,” she answered, winking at me playfully.
I grinned. “I’m gonna go make you some more breakfast, seeing as you spilled coffee over the last one,” I scolded playfully. A grin stretched across my face as I stepped away from her quickly. The hormones were raging through my body and demanding that I grab her again, so I needed to get some space to calm myself. I picked up the tray and headed back out to the kitchen, deciding on a fruit salad this time.
About an hour later, Maddy emailed me a new itinerary for the weekend. Everything was different. We still had to go to the Lake House on Friday so that Anna could see her parents for a couple of hours, but then we were to fly to LA from there. It would be a long day, but worth it by the time I got to show her off to my friends.
I dug my cell phone out of my pocket and dialled Nate, my best friend and roommate. “Hey, Taylor, what’s up, bud?” he chirped happily.
I grinned at the sound of his familiar voice. I’d missed the guy like crazy these last couple of months. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming home for the weekend. I’ll be there tomorrow night, around six-ish, I guess.”
“Yeah? That’s great, bud! We can go out on the hunt. I’ve missed having you as my wingman. Seth’s such a damn player that we always end up going for the same girl,” he laughed.
I smiled. “Actually, I’m bringing my girlfriend with me.”
“WHAT?” he almost screamed down the phone.
“Whoa! Take it down an octave there, Nate,” I joked, laughing at his surprise. Nate knew nothing of my undercover assignment with Anna, as far as he was concerned, I was working in Washington somewhere. I’d told him I met a girl on a night out with the boys.
“You’re really serious about this one? When you kept talking about her, I thought it was just a phase you were going through,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a phase. I’m crazy about her, so you’d better warn the guys to stay the hell away from her,” I frowned, thinking of Seth hitting on her or trying to touch her, not that she couldn’t set him straight on that.
“Seriously? This is it then? Ashton Taylor, settled down, in a relationship? You’re totally serious? Not bullshitting me or anything?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t believe me.
I laughed. “I’m totally serious. Anna’s incredible, and I guarantee you’ll be in love with her too by the end of the weekend,” I stated confidently. She just had a power over men that made them fall for her. It wasn’t her looks either; she just had something else, an inner beauty – a charm – that you just wanted to be around.
“In love with her too? Are you in love with her?” he cried, sounding shocked again.
I grinned, nodding to myself. “I’m totally in love with her. So tell the guys to keep their distance.”
“Wow, possessive. Must be love then,” he teased, chuckling. I sighed; I didn’t care how much the guys teased me, I was in love with Anna and that was all there was to it.
“Listen, just make sure the apartment looks okay, will ya? Have a bit of a clean-up,” I winced. Nate wasn’t exactly the best housekeeper, I could just imagine the dirty plates in the sink, and the dirty clothes over the floor.
“Taylor, I’m not a freaking maid!” he retorted.
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “For me? Please? It doesn’t have to be spotless, she won’t care. Just no used condoms down the toilet, or dirty plates in the lounge, that kind of thing,” I suggested.
He sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’ll have a clean-up,” he agreed, somewhat reluctantly. “I won’t be here tomorrow at six though, I’m working until twelve. I’m covering for one of the guys and pulling a double shift.”
“Okay, well I’ll see you Saturday then.” I slid my phone back into my pocket and couldn’t keep the ecstatic grin off my face.