Hell, I could always yank one out once we were done. Watching Kyle get all sweaty and seeing the muscles in his arms bulge as he carried boxes of my stuff, or in his legs as he hurried up and down the steps, would fuel my fantasies later.
Jingling the keys in my pocket and trying very hard notto accidentally cop a feel at the same time, I shrug. “Sure, that’d be great.”
* * * *
For someone who’s never been inside the apartment upstairs before, Nadia sure seems to know where everything is. The moment I unlock the door, she walks right in and starts the tour. “This is my bedroom,” she says, pointing down the short hall leading off the door. “Downstairs, I mean. You’re going to lovethe closet.”