Seconds after he’s gone, I hear a voice behind me, “Well, that was awkward.”
I turn to see Anastasia emerge, completely naked, from behind the couch, biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips.
“How long were you there?” I ask, shocked.
“Pretty much the whole time,” she giggles. “I snuck down behind you, trying to surprise you by being all sexy and naked, but then that happened, and well…”
Smiling, I go over to her and scoop her up into my arms. I kiss her and feel instantly better. It’s not like Emerson has that much of an effect on me, but he is obnoxious, and pressing my lips to Anastasia’s makes me forget all about him.
“Did he seriously want you to buy him a Porsche?”
“He seriously did,” I laugh. “And there was a time when I might have, just so I wouldn’t have to get into a conv
