Chapter 41

“It could be fun, like when we raked leaves.” I pictured him throwing me into a mountain of Calloway Klein underwear piled high on his bed, and then falling atop me in nothing but his swim trunks. “And if you see anything you like, you can just take it.”

Then the moment was ruined. He fucking went and said it. I took a deep breath and made myself answer in a semi-civilized tone. “Thanks, but I don’t really need anything right now.” That sounded polite—I hoped.