I’m not sure what to say about what just happened and perhaps he doesn’t know either, because for a while, neither of us speaks. When he finally does, it has nothing to do with us.

“Are you feeling ready for the firm’s party in a few days?”

“I have a few final details to button up, but I’m confident they won’t be an issue.”

I feel rather than see him nod. “It’s going to be weird seeing you there and pretending we’re acquaintances. Maybe we should—”

“Andrew, it’s fine.”

On the drive home from the resort last weekend, we talked about whether I should be his date for the party. A big part of me wants to be on his arm, but at the same time, I’m there to do a job. I’d hate for my professionalism to be questioned or for people to think I got the job because I’m sleeping with Andrew.

For his part, he doesn’t want any of his coworkers up in his personal business. I’m not sure if that’s because of his past or if he’s just the kind of guy who likes to keep business and pleasure separate, but we agreed that it’s best to act as though we have a platonic relationship at the party. It doesn’t mean that no one at his work will ever know that we’re together. It’s just easiest for now.

I tilt my head up to meet his gaze. “We agreed it’s for the best right now.”

His lips form a thin line, and he nods.

Smiling, I trail my fingers through the front of his hair where the streak of gray is. “Have you always had this?”

“Yeah.” His lips tip down a bit. “It even has a name.”

“It does?”

He nods. “It’s called a Mallen streak. God, the kids teased me endlessly about it in primary school.” The light in his eyes dims a bit as though he’s remembering how bad it was.

I shift myself up and straddle him, pushing my hand through the gray streak again. “Well, I love it. I think it’s sexy.”

Andrew’s hands settle on my hips. “You do, do you? How sexy?”

I feel his shaft grow harder beneath me.

“Super sexy,” I say, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“Well, as long as you think it’s sexy, that’s all that matters.” His hands coast up and down the sides of my body and my nipples pucker.

Andrew notices. Of course he does. He leans forward and takes one in his mouth.

From there, we spend the rest of the night in bed and I make it very clear to him just how sexy I think he is.

Chapter Thirty-One

Andrew