15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Willow
It’s been a few days since Gunnar apologized in the walk-in and he still hasn’t asked me out on the date he promised. I’ve been waiting, maybe not so patiently, and he keeps telling me I’ll be the first to know. To which, I can only roll my eyes at him.
Johnny and his band are coming to The Bar tonight. Johnny keeps asking me to go out with them, I just can't bring myself to say yes. I’m not ready to sing anywhere besides the comfort of The Bar's patio knowing that Mack and Gunnar are only steps away. While they are a lot of fun to be on stage with, and they make me feel empowered to take back my dreams, that empowerment only goes as far as the gates on the patio.
There’s a soft knock on the door, opening it, I find Gunnar on the other side gripping the top of the door frame. He leans in kissing my forehead, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Change. We’re going on a date.” His voice is demanding, his eyes raking in my body that isn’t quite fully dressed yet .
“What? I have my shift in like half an hour!” He might be the boss, but I still have an obligation to my job, to Mack, to Bennett, to making sure things run smoothly.
“Taken care of. Change for our date.”
I stare at him with an arched eyebrow, my arms crossed across my chest.
“Please?” he adds.
“Fine. But for future reference I like to know plans ahead of time.”
“You can’t just let me have this moment, can you?” He laughs, walking back to the kitchen to wait for me.
I FaceTime my sisters immediately. “Oh my god it’s happening! What do I wear?” I show them my closet.
“What are you going to be doing?” Addy asks.
“I’d love to know. But someone thought a surprise would be best.” I roll my eyes.
Lacey chimes in with an actual suggestion, “Why don’t you go with shorts and a nice shirt? If it was fancy he would have told you, and anywhere around here you could show up in shorts and a tee and be fine.”
“Okay, how about these?” I pull out a pair of destroyed denim shorts, “and this shirt?” I pull out my favorite hot pink flowy t-shirt.
“Perfect. And wear those wedges with the straw bottom,” Scarlett adds .
I place my phone on the bed while I get dressed before walking to the mirror with the girls and showing them my reflection.
“Oh, that’s perfect.” Lacey and Scarlett nod at Addy’s approval.
“Ok. Gotta go do makeup. Love you, bye!” I hang up as they all yell out inappropriate advice for later.
I’m in the bathroom doing my makeup when Gunnar appears in the doorway. His reflection shows his eyes roaming over my body, settling on my ass, confirming I’ve chosen the right outfit.
When his eyes finally meet mine, he asks, “Where do you keep bathing suits?”
“Why?”
He heaves a deep sigh, and shakes his head at my sheer stubbornness. “Just answer me.”
“I can get one when I’m done, why do I need one?”
“Where. Are. They?” he reiterates.
“Top drawer. Left side.” I roll my eyes at his equally stubborn ass, he thinks I’m bad but he can give me a run for my money any day.
He takes off and I decide to go light on the makeup if he is planning something with water.
Fuck. I hate surprises. The only thing that makes me feel a little vindicated is the lacey sets next to my bathing suits. The tease he unknowingly forced upon himself is going to be worth it.
Me: He’s picking out a bathing suit. . . why does this date now involve swimming?
Lacey: The lake? He is friends with Porter. Maybe he sold out he and Addy’s spot.
Addy: Porter would never. What about the waterfall?
Scarlett: That’s a risky hike back in the dark. Maybe you’re going to the river near the waterfall?
Me: You guys are no help. There’s too many options. Maybe my wedges aren’t a good idea.
Scarlett: Just pack some flat sandals in your bag.
“Stop freaking out and let’s go, just trust me,” Gunnar yells.
“Well, if I knew where I was going I could be better prepared and wouldn’t be freaking out.” I walk out into the kitchen to grab my purse. He’s standing by the door with a backpack and his arms crossed .
I follow him out to the truck, where he opens the door for me. “What if I said I won’t get in until you tell me the plan?”
“Get in the truck.” He nods to my seat.
“No.” I cross my arms defiantly.
“Will you, for once in your damn life, just do as you're told, darling?” He invades my space, pushing me further into the truck until I hit the edge of the passenger seat.
His hands reach under me, gripping my ass and pulling me up onto the seat. He swings my legs into the truck, shuts the door, leaving me stunned from his closeness.
Once he's in the driver's side, he reaches over the console and squeezes my thigh with his free hand while he drives to our destination. Damn, is there anything sexier?
“So, are we going swimming at the lake?”
He smirks at me. “We’ll see what the night brings.”
Luckily, he pulls into a parking lot. “Really? The diner? This is your big plan to woo me? You know I dated singers in Nashville, right?” I tease.
I was never actually into the big fancy dates set up by managers. We looked good in the tabloids; we’d arrive, and not talk the rest of the night until we left and they needed me to look good again. But the tabloids make everything look glamorous.
“Yea, look how well that worked out for you.”
Asshole . Now I’m not telling him that I prefer these dates to those fancy ones .
He swings out of his truck and jogs over to open my door.
Now you want to be a gentleman?
Grabbing my hand in his, we walk into the diner. A public declaration if I've ever seen one in Lupine Valley.
“Hey, Walter!” Gunnar yells to the owner of the general store sitting at the counter. Walter is married to Mrs. Smith, the queen of gossip and Colton's partner in crime. I’ve successfully avoided the general store until now to avoid being the center of gossip, or at least hearing it about myself. I'm honestly shocked that Colton hasn't filled Mrs. Smith in.
“Gunnar! Good to see you on a Friday night. You’re not working?”
“Nope, taking this pretty little thing out for a night on the town.” He smirks at me before looking back to Walter. “Darlene, alright if we head out to the deck?”
“Sure thing, I’ll be out in a minute,” she calls before heading back to the brick pizza oven that seems to be new in town.
So much for not being the center of the gossip.
“You know there’s an entrance on the patio, we could have avoided that public display.” I point to the gate.
“Yea, but it wouldn’t have bothered you like that did. I mean you are used to the tabloids right? Aren’t Mr. and Mrs. Smith the closest thing Lupine Valley has? ”
I narrow my eyes at him to let him know I’m annoyed but he just laughs at me. I should have known he would get payback for my comment in the car.
“So you want to tell me who is pissed off they got called in on a Friday night?” I ask.
“No one is going to be pissed off, they’re only pissed off when I take them off weekends. Friday night with the band is always a good night for tips.” He scowls at my insinuation that someone is pissed off working for him.
“Yea, don’t I know it. My pockets are going to be a lot lighter tomorrow.” I roll my eyes.
“Would you rather go back to work then? Madeline might be mad you’re taking her tips though.”
I grimace. Madeline and I do not get along. I don’t know why, but she’s had it out for me since I started. She is constantly giving me dirty looks and making my job harder.
“No, thanks. I’ll leave Madeline to you.”
“I know she's a little… territorial about the patio, but she’s a good waitress and the regulars haven’t complained yet.” He shrugs.
I can’t decide if Madeline is going to be happy she’s getting a Friday night on the patio alone, or pissed she has to do so much work alone. It’s really a toss up. Hopefully, Bennett isn’t too mad with me. He’s stuck with her tonight.
“What can I get you guys?” Darlene comes out to get our order. Gunnar orders a pizza with half and half toppings; one side with vegetables for me, and one side filled to the brim with meat for him.
When we’re done ordering, Walter comes to the table. “We haven’t seen you ‘round the store, Willow, the Missus sure would love to squeeze ya!”
“I know, I’ve been a little recluse since I got home, I’ll definitely come by and see her soon.”
He winks in my direction, knowing I’m in for the inquisition of a lifetime when I do finally go in. I’m sure the gossip is running wild. Mrs. Smith would be happy to get the correct gossip, straight from the source, and be the first to spread it.
I’m also sure that in the next five minutes, Mrs. Smith will put a sign on the store’s door and be over here to make sure she sets eyes on Gunnar and I. The thought makes me smile fondly of her and her nosiness. Just more when it’s about other people.
Our pizza arrives and we turn to small talk, continuing our game of twenty questions which is getting harder as time goes on. A smirk randomly crosses his face every now and then and it makes me wonder what the rest of the night holds.
Surprisingly when we finish, Mrs. Smith hasn’t come over yet, so we pay the check and almost dash out to the truck before we can get cornered with questions from anyone. Even though Gunnar suggests we walk over to the general store, I turn him down.
“I can’t believe she didn’t come over! But I bet our date will be number one gossip tomorrow over coffee. Too bad all they have is that we ate pizza together.” I laugh as Gunnar puts the truck in drive.
“Hopefully no one will have the rest of our date to gossip about, I don’t share well.” The heated look he gives me over the center console sets my body on fire.
“Oh really?” I raise one eyebrow in his direction, and drag my hand up his thigh.
He sucks in a breath when I get too close to his cock, and moves my hand back to his knee. Just like I thought. He’s still scared to touch me.
“You’re all talk, Gunnar Keaton.”
He takes a sudden turn off the road that leads to a trailhead I’ve never seen before. “We’ll see about that.”
Parking the truck off the side of the road, he heads to the truck bed leaving me in the cab. He grabs a cooler, and a bag; my curiosity is peaked about what he's doing. He returns to me, taking my hand and flipping it so my palm faces up, then he puts my flip flops in my hands.
Not what I was expecting.
“You might want to wear these, darling.” He heads back to his truck bed and shuts the tailgate before standing at the entrance of the trail waiting for me.
I lean down to undo the strap of my wedges. “You know, you could tell me what we’re doing, or where we’re going. I’ve lived here my whole life and never knew this trail existed. ”
“It’s private property,” is all he offers me for explanation.
“Fine.” I toss my wedges back into the truck now that I have my flip flops on. “I’m just saying, it would have helped if you told me, you know, packing wise.”
He starts down the trail and says, “I didn’t need help, darling. Got it covered all on my own. Let’s go, it’s a short trail.”
I jog a little to catch up to him, his six foot plus frame means his one step is more like six of my steps.
I’m just about out of breath from trying to keep up when the trail opens to a clearing at the bottom of a small waterfall into a pond. My jaw drops open.
“Gunnar, this is -”
“Amazing, like me?” he offers with a twinkle in his eye.
I give him a sideways glance. “Not where I was going, but yes, this is breathtaking. How did I not know this existed?”
“The old owner of The Bar also owned this land, he wanted to expand over here somewhere before he got sick. I have the old plans in my office, but since he bought it under The Bar’s name, it was included in the sale. Maybe one day I can follow through on his plans,” he says as he walks around setting out a blanket and a dessert picnic on a nearby rock that we could use as a table.
“Gunnar, that would be perfect. This spot is perfect for something . I don’t know that I would ruin the beauty of it with a big building and demolishing the surrounding forest, but it would be beautiful.”
“The plans don’t call for demolishing anything. He actually wanted to set up small tree house like cabins, closer to the ground, offering a more private, catered meal type of vibe instead of a big room with tables. Everyone would have their own private room. It’s pretty cool, but I think I would do it as a boutique hotel, not a restaurant. Since I have the experience from the inn with my family I think I could pull it off.”
I don’t know much about owning a restaurant, or running an inn, but I know something like this would take off in Nashville, either as a restaurant or inn. The tourists would eat that up here too. He'd be booked every weekend, even in the snow. Nothing is better than getting snowed in with someone you love. Add in a treehouse and you have the makings of a romance movie.
“Come on, enough business talk, we can do this any time.” He hands me the bag with what I’m assuming is my bathing suit. “We came to swim.” He smirks.
I open the bag and instead of finding a bathing suit, I find a hot pink lacey lingerie set with boy shorts and matching bra. “Oh you think you’re funny?” I ask. “You think I won’t?”
He pulls me in close to whisper in my ear. “Oh, I’m really hoping you will.”
“What happened to the shy Gunnar who moved my hand in the car?” I ask .
“He’s not driving anymore, and can have more control over himself. Go change, darling.” He winks and pulls his own shirt off by the back of his neck followed by his shorts and dives into the pond in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
I strip my clothes off slowly, excruciatingly slow, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. When I'm down to just my panties and bra, I saunter off behind a tree to put the lacey bathing suit on, leaving him behind in the pond awaiting my return.
“I hope you’re coming -”
I step out from behind the tree, wearing nothing but the hot pink set. His jaw drops, and he stops talking immediately.
“What? You have nothing to say now?” I ask, slowly walking into the pond, swaying my hips.
Before I know it, Gunnar is lifting me in the air and carrying me back into the water. He slides me down his body, letting me feel every one of his hard muscles as I go.
“Goddamn. You look stunning.” His hands roam over my body while still holding me tight to his.
“If I knew this was all it took I would have walked around like this a lot sooner.”
“Mm. This is all you’ll be walking around in from now on if I get a say.” He trails kisses down my neck. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me flush against his abs so I can wrap my legs around his waist. The appreciation he has for my lingerie is well and truly evident. It’s empowering really to know the effect I have on him is the same as the effect he has on me.
I lean my head backwards, floating on the surface of the water, relishing the feel of his hands and lips on my heated skin. The water is doing nothing to cool me down. He trails his kisses up my exposed neck, his hands exploring my body under the water.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers into dusk.
“It’s about time you appreciate what’s been in front of you.” I moan as he nips at my neck.
I sit up, letting myself have my own exploration of his body. His boxer briefs aren’t leaving much to my imagination. I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach. I wrap my legs around his waist, and reach down to push his boxers out of the way before he stops me with his own hands back on my body.
One of his hands slides down my stomach, stopping just before my panties. He slips a hand into my hair, pulling gently before moving my face to his where he finally takes my lips with his. I grind myself into his erection, fighting to get friction that I’m desperate for.
“I need to see you, feel you, all of you. And I can’t do that here.” He starts to walk out of the water with me still wrapped around him, and goes right to the flat rock by our picnic.
I’m sitting with my legs still around his waist when he untangles from me and backs away .
He bites his knuckle, taking in the view of my body in its entirety. “Damn, I got lucky. Don’t move.”
He walks backward toward our stuff and begins to pack up.
“Hey! Is that Mack’s cheesecake?” I start to get up when I see the tell-tale packaging.
“I said don’t move.” He stares at me, holding the cheesecake in his hand.
“And I want cheesecake.” I cross my arms, knowing it’s pushing my boobs up and together. I have good cleavage and I'll use it to my advantage.
“Don’t move and I might let you have some. Later.” He bends over to finish packing our stuff.
I sprint from the rock to where the cheesecake is sitting unattended. I snatch up the to-go container and run off, laughing.
Pounding footsteps sound behind me as Gunnar catches up to me, pulling me against him, and holding me. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I said don’t move, darling.”
He carries me back to the rock he had placed me on prior.
“You want some, now?” he asks, holding the cheesecake up.
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
He sticks the fork into the cheesecake, giving me one bite, then kissing me. “Mmm, that is the best cheesecake I’ve ever tasted. ”
He walks away, leaving me with my dessert while he packs up the rest of the items, including my clothes.
“Hey! I need those.” I get up, trying to get the backpack he’s already slung over his shoulders.
“Sorry. You chose cheesecake. Let’s go.” He pulls my hand and starts walking down the trail.
I get my hand out from his, and stop. “I am absolutely not walking out looking like this!”
He sighs, and picks me up again, carrying me back to the car with my lace clad ass over his shoulder.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, caveman! And you made me drop my cheesecake.”
He only laughs in return staring at my dessert laying on the ground. “This is payback. For all those times you teased me.”
“It wasn’t teasing, you just didn’t have any follow through.” I blow the hair falling into my face as he runs.
He opens the passenger door and sits me inside, my legs between his thighs, sideways on the seat. I stare up at him before he kisses me again. “Trust me, I’m all about the follow through tonight.” Then he spins me around and shuts the door, leaving me desperate for more.
The drive back to the house goes by torturously slow. His fingers drag lazy circles up and down my thigh, getting close but not close enough to the exact spot I’m desperate for him to touch .
When we park, I turn to stare at him. “And how exactly do you plan on getting me up the stairs without anyone on the patio seeing me in my underwear, caveman?”
He smirks, and comes around to the door, he hands me the blanket from our picnic that we never got to use and I wrap it around my shoulders.
Finally he’s being reasonable. We get inside the safety of the stairway that leads up to the house when a chill takes over me as I start walking. It takes me a second to realize he’s pulled the blanket off of me.
I turn around and eye Gunnar, holding the blanket in his hands.
He grins and chases me up the stairs.
Payback is a bitch.
I run straight into his room, and he catches me at the last second before I jump onto his bed.
He spins me to face him, holding me close by my ass. “You’re quick, darling.”
I pout back. “Not quick enough apparently.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face to his before capturing my lips. Slowly leaning us back he places one knee on the bed, and holding my back with his other hand. He lays me down and hovers over me before going to his knees.
“Gunnar -” Whatever I’m about to say is cut off by his tongue on my clit through the lace. My back arches off the bed and he places his hand on my stomach to keep me still. The other hand pulls the lace off to the side as he licks and sucks at my clit. He brings me to the edge and then stops over and over, driving me crazy before he finally picks me up and pushes me further onto the bed. It gives me hope that I’m about to get more.
“You taste better than I could imagine.” He licks the corner of his lip, and hovers over me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, darling? We can’t take it back.”
“I’m beyond ready.” I reach between us and push his shorts down his legs, freeing him.
He sucks in a breath as I stroke him. At the same time, he reaches between us and rubs my clit until I’m screaming his name. “Not yet, darling. Not until I’m ready for you to come.”
He stops touching me, and flips me over onto my stomach, pulling my panties down my legs. Gripping my hips in a tight hold he brings my ass up to him. He runs his large, calloused hand up my spine toward my neck, before palming the back of my neck and entering me at the same time.
“Oh, Gunnar!” I yell out, probably giving everyone in the bar an idea of what’s going on up here.
He slips in and out of me at a slow, leisurely pace.
“Please, harder.” I beg on a whimper.
“If you wish.” I can hear the smirk in his voice as he takes a punishing pace, all the while holding me down on the bed.
“Gunnar!” I start to spasm around his cock.
“Not yet, darling. ”
I reach back and squeeze his balls in my hand, urging him to let me come. He slows down, pulling all the way out, and slamming back into me again.
“Good girl, don’t come until I tell you to.” He leans over me and purrs into my ear.
I’m trying so damn hard, but fuck a girl can only take so much. I push up on his hand, and he lets me spin around. I push him back, and stand to face him, the confusion lacing his face.
“Sit,” I command.
Shockingly, he listens with a smirk.
I push him back into his pillows, and straddle his lap. I slide down over his tip, teasing him. His eyes flutter closed, releasing a moan. I lean down. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
His eyes snap open, and I laugh, grinning wide as I use his words against him.
He grips my waist and moves me up and down, slamming me down each time. The friction of each movement is pushing me closer to the edge. He splays his hand across my lower back, still setting the pace a bit slower. His other hand moves to my front, running his thumb over my clit at the same time.
“Come, darling,” he demands. My traitorous body obeys, and he gives me his release at the same time.
I collapse on top of him, reveling in the glow of the best sex I’ve ever had. Movement rolls me gently into his side before he slides off the bed. He comes back with a warm cloth and cleans me up before disappearing into the bathroom to do the same.
When he comes back I’m almost asleep. I wiggle my body back into his side when he lays on the bed and covers us with a blanket.
“Sleep.” He kisses my forehead, and as much as I want to fight him, I can’t. Sleep takes me as he strokes circles on my bare back with his thumb.
The high of last night wears off as soon as I walk into work tonight, of course I’m working the patio with Madeline. I still don’t know if she’s going to be more pissed off than she usually is with me, or try to rub it in my face how much money she made last night. Both will annoy me if I’m being honest.
Not that I would trade last night with Gunnar for any amount of money, I just hate when she acts like she’s better than any of us.
My shift is on the patio tonight so I head there after grabbing my apron. Bennett is already behind the bar. I wave to him as I tie my apron around my waist.
“My girl, aren’t you just glowing?” he laughs from behind the bar as I head out to the door to the patio.
“Shut up, Bennett,” I yell back inside.
“Can’t blame you, little red! I’d be glowing too if I got to spend the night with the boss,” he shouts back as the doors close .
I’m thankful for the hour of set-up by myself before Madeline comes in. I need to prepare myself for the night with her. Placing the final place setting, I finish getting the patio tables set up just how I like them when Gunnar comes out. His eyes searching for me.
He pulls me backwards into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling into my neck, dotting it with kisses.
“You’re in a good mood.” I turn in his arms.
“Just wanted to get that in before all the staff comes for tonight.” He slaps my ass. “Now get back to work.”
I squeal as he lets me go and heads back inside, a wide grin on my face.
Unfortunately, my grin doesn’t last long as Madeline strides through the doors at the same time as Gunnar. She plasters the biggest, fakest, smile on her face for him before turning her scowl onto me.
Great. She’s definitely pissed she had to be alone last night.
“Hello, Willow.” She would spit on me right now if she could.
She immediately starts moving tables around from how I’ve set them up to how she likes them. Something we have repeatedly had words about, but I decide to leave it tonight. She’s already pissed off and probably just looking for a reason to annoy me .
“Hi, Madeline! Are you ready for tonight? We have a great new cover band coming in, so I think it’ll be packed.” I make sure I’m extra cheery and bubbly when I talk to her.
“No more than it was last night when I had to do everything by myself.” She turns away from me and mutters under her breath, “Must be nice to be fucking the boss so you can have off whenever you want.”
I pretend I don't hear her to give her the benefit of the doubt. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing.” She turns and gives me a tight smile. She’s not dumb enough to say that directly to my face.
“Great. I’m going to grab the extra silverware and plates to stack our station out here.” I spin on my heel and head inside to the bar.
I let out an exaggerated sigh as I walk behind the bar to grab supplies for the patio.
“She is not happy she had to work without Gunnar last night,” Bennett says as I approach the inside of the bar.
“What do you mean? She never works with Gunnar. She’s always outside with me.” I give him a questioning look as I bend down and fill my bin with napkins, silverware, and small plates.
“You’re telling me you haven’t once noticed how often she finds an excuse to be in Gunnar’s office or in his way?” He raises a brow at me as if to say are you serious ?
“I mean, he usually pisses me off so I’m typically trying to avoid him.” I shrug, placing my full bin on top of the bar.
He laughs at me. “Willow, baby, she isn’t mad she had to work alone without you last night. She’s mad because she’s been trying to get into bossman’s pants since last summer when he rejected her. Now you’re in his pants for real so you’re enemy number one.”
“Seriously? Does everyone think just because we went on one date we had sex?” I throw my hands in the air.
“No, baby girl. We think you had sex because the tension around here since you started has been off the charts, and now it’s gone.” He laughs harder and throws some clean rags he was folding on top of my bin.
I grab one off the top and throw it back at him before heading to the patio with my supplies. I can still hear his laughter as the door closes. Bennett has now moved to my least favorite friend.
Guess that explains Madeline’s comment from earlier about fucking the boss and her anger. I can’t believe I missed the signs. I was so involved in my own feelings for Gunnar, I totally missed Madeline’s efforts.
By the time I’ve finished setting up the server station the crowd is already trickling in. Tonight is going to be busy, and I’m glad that we’re as prepared as we can be. Despite Madeline coming behind me and undoing everything I've set up, or taking tables that aren't hers to take.
Gunnar walks out to the patio mid-rush and the way Madeline rushes to him, batting her eyelashes and finding a way to touch him is nauseating. How the hell did I miss this?
Because you were too busy thinking about the same thing, idiot.
Gunnar nicely pushes her off him and makes his way over to me.
“You doing okay? It’s busier than usual.”
“I’m good. Can you just bring this tub inside and bring it back?” I hand him the tub full of dirty dishes for the kitchen.
He kisses my forehead. “Sure thing, darling.”
I follow his ass all the way to the door, and then find Madeline standing with her arms crossed, staring at me like she’s counting the ways she could murder me for her own chance with Gunnar.
Tonight was in fact busy like I thought it would be. It left little time for Madeline and I to interact, and true to Gunnar’s observations, she is a great waitress so she keeps it professional in front of customers. When it starts to thin out, Gunnar cuts her before I have to deal with her at clean up. Something I’m very grateful for. And I might have to show him just how grateful I am later.
Gunnar cuts Bennett next at closing time, telling him that we will finish up the rest. He obviously didn’t have to be told twice and ran before Gunnar changed his mind .
I’m locking the door to the patio when Gunnar comes over and picks me up throwing me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Put me down! I still have stuff to put away!” I smack at Gunnar’s muscled back, not that it has any effect on him.
“Darling, we’ll get it later, but right now I’ve been watching you bend over in those tight ass jeans, with your boobs about to spill out the bottom of that shirt, and now that I know that I have the freedom to touch you, you need to come to my office. Now.”
With that he slams the door shut and locks it for good measure just in case someone comes back in.
He drops me on his desk and shows me exactly what he’s been thinking of all night.
Gunnar is making breakfast as I sit at the island writing music in my notebook.
“I’m just saying I think I’m your muse, or whatever.” He grins at me over his shoulder.
“My muse?” I laugh at him, but his skills in the sheets might actually be my muse. I’ll just never admit that to him. “Not so much, but maybe you could talk to Madeline. I bet she’d love to have you as her muse.”
“What?” He turns to face me, confusion written all over his face .
“You know because she wants you so bad.” I shrug. “Bennett told me last night how she’s always pissed at me because you rejected her last year, but not me. Then she had to cover for me so we could go on a date, let’s just say it didn’t make her any friendlier with me.”
The fire in his eyes immediately makes me regret saying anything.