I should probably think that’s crazy, too, but I found myself wanting to see how deep that hunger ran. Then when Sally cleared her throat, pulling us from the kiss fog we’d fallen under, Flynn actually growled at having to pull away from the kiss. The sound traveled through my body and straight to my core. Sally also seemed to be amused by that as well. After introducing herself, she pulled Flynn from the room.
I look at the table, seeing it has dishes laid out with silver domes over each one. I wonder if a butler will come in and remove the lid like they do in those movies. I reach out to lift the lid, curious at what’s underneath, when Flynn comes prowling back into the room.
“Sorry, Sally can be like a mother hen sometimes, and she wanted to know every detail she could pull from me about you,” he says as he stalks towards me, stopping next to my chair to bend down and kiss my cheek. The soft kiss lingers before he finally pulls back. “Thank you for not leaving.” He says it so softly I’m not even sure he meant to say it at all. He sits in the chair next to mine and, taking me by surprise, he grabs my chair and pulls it closer to his so they’re right up against each other.
“Still too much space,” he mumbles, standing up again and pushing his chair back. He bends and lifts me into his arms. I squeak out in surprise and find myself sitting sideways in his lap, his ass now planted in the seat I was just in. “Much better,” he says, releasing a deep breath like he’s actually relieved and that the other chair had been causing him some distress or something.
“You want me to eat sitting on your lap?” I half-laugh like it’s funny, but I do want to eat sitting in his lap. I like his hands on me. I like even more how easily he seems to handle me. I’m not a small girl, but he makes me feel like it. Compared to him, though, everything has got to be small.
“I want to do everything with you sitting in my lap.” He brushes my hair off my shoulder. “I can’t seem to stop myself now that I have you close enough to touch. I don’t think I’m able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I admit. If he’s going to be blunt about his feelings, I’m going to do the same. I like how honest he is and how he doesn’t seem to care that he’s openly obsessed with me.
“I’m not sure I could, even if you asked me to.” His eyes meet mine, and my heartbeats pick up at those words. Not because they scare me, but because they do the opposite. They turn me on. Holy fuck. We just sit and stare, unable to break eye contact. Maybe he’s thinking I might freak out at his dark honesty, but I find I want to keep going down this rabbit hole.
“Was that Sally woman okay?” I ask, trying to lighten the thickness that seems to have coated the room.
“She was just curious about you.”
“Curious about me? Why?”
“Sally’s worked for me a long time, and never have I asked her to set something like this up for me.” He motions to the table. “Hell, she’s never even seen me show interest in a woman, even though she’s always trying to push me to date.”
“She tries to get you to date?” I ask. That seems a little odd. I don’t think Flynn would have a hard time finding dates. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles.
“She thinks I’m a workaholic. Which is true,” he admits. “I’ve never even brought a woman here before, and today I called her all in a rush to have something set up here to get you into my home where you belong.”
At his words, what he said earlier when he was pulling me from studio comes back to mind. “You’re the only reason I was here for the shoot today.” I repeat the words to him.
“Yes.” One hand cups my cheek, his thumbs stroking my jaw. “Since your picture landed on my desk, I knew I had to meet you, so I set things in motion to make that happen. It’s what I do, Cali. I just seem to know when something is worth going for, and when I saw you, I just knew you’d be mine.”
His other hand tightens a little on my thigh, like he thinks I might spring from his lap and run. Maybe I should. This is crazy after all, but I find myself leaning into his hand, liking his touch, his words. Hell, I like everything about him.
“Good. I like that you came after me. It got me here sitting in your lap.”
His face lights up at that, a smile spreading across it. He places a kiss on my lips but pulls back too soon for my liking.
“Let me feed you.” His hand drops away from my cheek as he reaches for the silver lid, lifting it to reveal a chili hot dog and tater tots. I burst out laughing because that is absolutely the last thing I would have guessed to be under that lid.
“It’s your favorite,” he says, clearly confused about my laughter.
“It is,” I agree, “but how did you know that? Or do I want to know?”
“A few years back, you did an interview with some curvy girl blog. One of the questions was about your favorite thing to eat.
I just stare at him, unsure how to respond to that. I can’t even remember the article, but it wasn’t unusual for me to do things like that for random blogs and magazines.
“You also don’t care for tiny dogs, want to own your own clothing line someday, and your first kiss was from a boy named Steven, whose last name I can’t seem to locate.” He growls the last part.
“Why do you need Steven’s last name?” I have no idea why I choose to pick up on that after all he’s just said.