Kiss A Ginger Day: A steamy workplace romantic comedy

Chapter 7

Theodore’s eyes snapped open. For one long minute, he couldn’t recall where he was. Not unusual for him, given he woke up in a different hotel room or rental nearly every week.

A very soft, female body was snuggled up against his back, and a wash of warmth ran over his skin. A soft murmur followed.

Alice.

He’d been balls deep inside her half the night. The mere memory got him hardening. He twisted to face her. “Hey there. Dream of me?”

Her eyes grew wide, and she gasped. She scrambled to sit up, knocking into him, and cold air hit him as he slipped from under the sheet. Arms whirling, he fell backward to the roughest carpet his skin had ever had the displeasure of connecting with. “Ffyc me.”

Alice rubbed at her eyes. “Oh, sorry.”

He coughed a little, jumping up. “Good God, that’s a first.”

“You’re naked.” Clutching the sheet to her breasts, her eyes glanced down at his morning half-mast. “And truly a redhead.”

“Truly. What’s this carpet made of? Gravel?”

“Again, sorry, you surprised me. I … forgot it was you. I often wake up not knowing where I am. Even at home. And usually alone, and …”

Ah, so they had that in common, as well. But forget he was there? “Wound my ego, will ya?” He grinned. “Got to say, that’s the first time a woman’s kicked me out of bed. Especially after I made her eyes roll back into her head. More than once.”

She scoffed at him. “What time is it?” Her hands slapped around as if searching for something. “Where’s my phone?”

Hell if he knew where his own mobile was, let alone hers. He stretched his neck. “Probably with your clothes. Abandoned in the living room. Ripped from your body like a wild animal.”

She smirked. “Are you trying to make me feel slutty?”

“Are you into that?” He scooted back on the bed. “Because if you are, I can?—”

She rose to her knees, clutching the sheet, and slapped his bicep, rather hard.

He rubbed his arm. “Ow. Please tell me you aren’t a sadist.”

She inched her way to the other side of the bed, yanking the sheet around her and then stood. “No, I must be a masochist because we”—she waggled her finger between them—“had a deal. Broke it. Then made a new deal because I was mad at my boss, wanted?—”

“A good shag?”

“More of a life. Shit, I didn’t go back to the office. And you didn’t go back. And we didn’t establish the counter story …” She clung to the sheet and stared up at him, slack-jawed.

The woman was truly horrified and, quite frankly, giving him whiplash. One minute, she was a seductress, and the next, she was one step away from joining a convent.

“They’ll think what they think.” He knew enough about office politics and gossip. Neither could be contained. “Besides, it’s a little late for us to be overanalyzing things. Although, what I’m thinking right now …” Her taste still sat on his tongue.

“Theodore.” She dropped her face in her hands. “What was I thinking?”

“Alice.” He held out a hand, palm up. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know,” she bit out. “But what do we know about each other really? Like, who are you?”

“Theodore Gaston the Fourth.”

She threw a pillow at him, which at least didn’t give him rug burns like the ones he sported on his ass.

He chuckled, sat back down on the bed, stuffed the thing behind his head, and leaned back against the headboard. “I’m thirty-five, have one brother, wanted to be a professional footballer when I grew up, and believe Hermione should have ended up with Harry.”

She gasped. “But Ron is a ginger.”

“We don’t run in packs, you know. It’s also important to know I believe Britney Spears was done dirty by her family.” He snapped his fingers. “Also, I’m also partial to smart women who really should have any job they want in life, especially if they’re clearly qualified for it.”

His words earned a small smile from her.

“Now, get your spectacular breasts back into this bed. I have more adoring to do.”

She lifted her chin. “Spectacular, huh?”

“Yes. You think they’re all worshipped out?” He put his hands behind his head.“Unless last night was a dream, and I was merely hallucinating …”

She dropped the sheet and stood there, nude, in glorious defiance.

“Remind you of anything?” She grinned widely.

The woman was something. Uptight and far too worried what other people thought, but she had gumption. “Many things, actually.”

“I don’t usually do this.” She placed her hands on her hips. “But you’re on team Britney, so …”

“So?”

“So, so much for staying north of your privates, as you said.” She waved her hands toward his crotch.

“We couldn’t help ourselves. You’re too hot, and I’m too adorable.”

She snorted, then slapped her hands across her mouth.

“You’re right. Adorable is too soft—” he pitched his torso and let his growing erection bob in her direction—“of a word for me and my state.”

“But on Monday, we go back to work and our original plan. And you’ll think no less of me. And I won’t out you, either.”

“As we decided. No time for second thoughts now.” He patted the bed next to him. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be treated to your vengeful side, though, feel free to use me as a big eff-you to the corporate life that expects you to have no life outside of it.”

“You’re my knight in shining armor.” She batted her eyelashes.

He tapped the place next to him. “Time’s a wasting. I only have thirty-six hours left to introduce you to my favorite position.”

She finally sat back down on the bed. “What’s that?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re in it.”

He leaned forward to kiss her, and she climbed on top of him. It took them another hour to even consider leaving her bed before finally landing in the shower. He’d also never taken one so long before—until they were both pruny and spent. He only hoped the neighbors weren’t too upset by the noise—mostly from Alice. Tile was a natural megaphone.