Chapter 130
Ethan
When I know I can manage, I let go of the counter, tuck myself away, then haul Tilda to her feet.
She wobbles, smiling like she’s drunk.
And… Fuck it.
I press my mouth to hers.
She kisses me back. Chastely.
But what she just did… she deserves more.
I push my tongue into her mouth, and she groans.
My hands roam her body.
Gripping her sides. Clutching at her hips.
Tilda tilts her head, letting me deepen the kiss.
I do.
And I taste myself on her tongue.
Moaning, I hold her closer.
The brim of my hat rubs against the top of her hair.
And then the door opens.
We jerk away from each other, but when I look up, I see we’ve already been spotted.
“Is this her!” Liza practically shrieks from the doorway.
I look down at Tilda.
Her hair is mussed.
Her lips are swollen.
And her cheeks are a deep shade of pink.
She’s a mess.
Her eyes widen as she discreetly taps at my belt, reminding me that my dick might be put away, but my pants are still hanging open.
Okay, so we’re both a mess.
I press my lips together to stop myself from cracking up.
But if I start, I won’t be able to compose myself before getting caught.
Liza wouldn’t rat me out. But she’d never let me live it down either.
I run a palm down the back of Tilda’s head, smoothing her hair, then look back up at Liza. “Come back here and I’ll introduce you.” I tip my head, gesturing to the office.
Tilda gives me a look that says I’m an idiot, but as soon as Liza steps out of view, heading down the back hall, I quickly zip up my pants and work on my belt.
Having caught on to the fact that we have approximately three seconds to put ourselves in order, Tilda bends at the waist, flipping her head upside down. Her hair hangs almost to the floor, and she shakes her head, then flips her hair back as she stands up straight again.
My brows lift. “Impressive.”
The door handle starts to turn, and Tilda darts past me, reaching for the bottle of hand sanitizer on the counter.
She gets one pump of the clear gel into her palm when the door starts to open. Then she quickly rubs her hands together.
And when I get it, I grin.
“Clever girl,” I whisper, before turning to face Liza.