“I love you in my clothes.” Hell, I love you out of them too.

She gave him a shy grin, and he was overwhelmed with feeling for her. “I like wearing them. They’re so soft.” She smirked at his crotch. “Unlike you.”

“Ha ha.” He was thickening, though he should have been too tired to go again. Wanting to look like a man capable of thinking past his dick, he sat her down with him on the couch and turned to watch her. “I’m going back to work next week.”

“So you said.” She toyed with her hair.

He loved the dark color, so rich that when the sun hit it, her hair shone like umber silk. “My time will be a little more constrained, but I hope nothing changes between us.”

“Changes how?” She frowned.

“I still want to see you when you have time. But I won’t be available for a daytime quickie.” He gave a mock sigh. “Not that you’ve taken advantage of any nooners.”

She flushed. “I would if I could, but I’m stuck at work.”

He had been waiting forever to comment, but he had to say something. “Are you sure you want to keep working there?”

“No. I don’t. But I have to have a job to earn money. See, I have this pesky thing called rent.”

“Very funny.” He pulled her hair from her fingers and played with the satiny strands.

“I did finally take a call from my friend’s client. I told you she recommended me for some outside contract work. I really liked it, feeling as if I’m making my own hours.”

“Nice. Yeah, I don’t exactly miss needing to be in the office to see people. Though I like it much better than online meetings. You can’t get a great feel from them. I can’t explain it.”

“No, I understand. Much of what I do is online or through phone calls. But I’m not delving into mental health. I’m all about ads and PR and marketability.”

“Which actually does tie into mental health. You want people to buy into what your client is selling, so you tap into their wants and needs.”

“Huh. I guess you’re right.” She gave him a bright grin. “What are your wants and needs, Xavier?”

He tugged her hair and let the strands fall from his fingers. “I’m pretty sure we already took care of those.”

She laughed.

“Just being with you makes me happy,” he admitted, her blush enchanting him. “You’re so pretty.”

“Xavier.” She turned even pinker. “So, um, can I ask about Christine’s visit?”

He sighed. “If you must. But you’re ruining the moment.” He was glad to see that she didn’t blame him for the woman being here. She didn’t seem jealous either. Hmm. That kind of bothered him.

“Is she dangerous?”

He blinked. “Ah, no. At least, I don’t think so. She’s just trying to hold onto someone who’s moved on.”

“She was really pretty. Gorgeous, actually.”

“Yes, and she’s very aware of that fact. Look, Christine is a good person, but we didn’t mesh. She got too needy, which made me pull away even more.” Something he’d already told her.