“You definitely have a head injury,” growled Luke. “Take a few days.”
“Sorry, Luke.”
“Not a problem. Just don’t mention him again. Hope you feel better, buddy. You got someone to take care of you?”
Saks glanced at the beautiful woman beside him. “Got it covered.”
“Call me if you need anything.” Luke clicked off the call, and Saks sighed.
“Problem?” asked Chrissy.
“Nah, not really.”
“Sounds as if your boss was giving you a difficult time.”
“He wasn’t.” Saks stared out the window as they traveled the highway. His head hurt. If Chrissy wasn’t so fucking amazing, he wouldn’t have had the interest in making love to her. But that lustful expression on her face when he said he would spank her twisted his heart into silly putty and straightened his cock into a length of steel.
“You know,” said Chrissy. Saks turned his head to spot a twisted smile on her lips. Damn it. She was about say something sassy.
He fucking loved that.
“I hear you shouldn’t try to think too much with a head injury. You could hurt your brain more.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said with a smirk. “I’m incapable of thinking straight when I’m with you.”
“Was that a pickup line? It sounds like one.”
“You’re the person who trolled an emergency room to find the first hapless man to drag home.”
“Hapless? What does that even mean?”
“Without hap.”
She groaned.
“No. Literally. Hap is an old Norse word that means ‘luck’ or ‘fortune’.”
“Oh, good lord. Now I’m with the Vocab King. How much of your smarts do you hide under that tacky jacket of yours?”
“Tacky! Watch it, woman. Diss my colors and you insult me.”
“Sorry. Didn’t realize it was such a sore point.”
“Sore? The only thing that’s going to be sore is your bottom.”
Chrissy chuckled. “You liked that, huh?”
“You didn’t seem to mind.” Saks smiled at the recent memory and the nice way her bottom blushed under his hand. Chrissy didn’t seem to mind playing a little rough and he loved it. But what was more, he just plain enjoyed being with her. She was sassy, fun, and willing to play to the edge. He was having such a good time with Chrissy that he didn’t notice they’d arrived as his apartment building. “Hey, what about breakfast?” His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t had anything to eat since Saturday.
“I’ll stop by the store and pick up some things.”
“Can I trust you with my kitchen knives? You were deadly with your Eggs Benedict. I can only imagine what you’d do with sharp objects.”
“I promise not to stab you today, okay?”
“How can I resist that?”
She stopped the car in the parking lot. “Out.”