Accidentally Amy(64)

Her breathing was erratic, her fingers tightly wrapped around the railing, but the smartass still managed to say - no, she breathed, “VP Blake is unethical in his perverted fantasies.”
“Only about you,” he said, and then he didn’t say anything else at all. It got to hot, too good, too overwhelmingly potent for him to remember what the hell words even were after that.

Chapter 21

Izzy
How was Blake’s bed so unbelievably comfortable?
Izzy opened her eyes and sighed happily, her head on the downy-soft pillow, her body buried by the heavy down duvet. She was floating in a sea of dream bedding, bobbing in an ocean of warm comfort that smelled like bleach and Blake, and she didn’t want to ever get up.
She rolled over, grabbed her glasses from the nightstand, and put them on. She was alone in the bed, in the dark, but when she sat up, she could see that Blake was in the huge walk-in closet on the other side of the room.
He was standing in front of the full-length mirror in suit pants and a dress shirt, tying his tie. Dear lord, the breadth of that perfect chest. His hair was damp, his feet were bare, and she found herself incredibly smitten as she watched him. So, this is how Blake transforms into VP Blake. There was just something so…intimate about watching him ready himself for work.
She froze, careful not to move a muscle and ruin the routine by interrupting. She wanted to memorize every mundane task for future mental playback. He turned to a stack of drawers that were built into the closet and pulled out a rolled-up pair of socks.
“Good morning, Shay,” he said, not looking at her. His voice was scratchy, like he hadn’t used it yet, and something about it made her breathless.
“How’d you know I was awake?” she asked, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. “I was so quiet.”
He exited the closet, giving her a look as he walked toward the bed with only that sliver of light illuminating the room. “That’s how I knew. Are you aware of the fact that you are never motionless – like, ever – when you’re asleep?”
She shrugged. “I maybe toss and turn a little.”
“I damn-near got sea sick,” he teased, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her.
“Did I keep you up?” she asked, wondering how he could look so perfect at 6:23 in the morning.
“Nah. Your constant motion just served as a reminder that Isabella Shay was in my bed, which made me sleep like a baby.”
That made her smile, and then her heart skipped a beat when he leaned closer and gave her a sweet peck on the mouth, the kind of kiss a man placed on his partner’s lips every morning before their days began.
“So, what are your plans for today?” he asked, turning his attention to his socks. Blake unrolled the pair, propped his left foot on his right knee, and pulled on the first sock. “Pizza in bed?”
Izzy switched on the lamp and got up, stretching before walking over to the master bathroom. “I’m going to apply for as many jobs as I can, go for a long run, and perhaps take a nap because someone didn’t let me get any sleep last night.”
She flipped on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror. Gah – her hair was everywhere. Izzy grabbed Blake’s brush and attempted to get her bedhead under control.
“I’m not sorry, and also, I was thinking I can walk to work today so you can use my car.”
Izzy glanced over at him through the doorway. “I’m not going to take your car.”
“Why not?” He got up from the bed and walked back over to the closet. “You can use it all day, and then I’ll just force you to pick me up after work and stay over in my bed again.”
She’d be lying if she said that didn’t make her blissfully happy. “You shouldn’t have to walk to work, and also, um, you drive an Audi.”
She heard him doing something in his closet as he barked, “So?”
Izzy turned on the water and put soap in her hands. “So it’s too nice.”
She started washing her face, in love with the smell of his soap, the clean minimalism of his bathroom, and even the fact that his expensive watch was sitting on the vanity beside a bottle of cologne. She felt like she was surrounded by Blake and it was perfection. She was just leaning down to splash water over her cheeks and wash away the suds when he appeared behind her in the mirror.
“Is it weird that I’m kind of into the idea of you borrowing my car?” His eyes were crinkly around the edges, his mouth soft as he met her eyes in the mirror and said, “Yeah, it’s weird.” She turned around, her face covered in soapy lather, and she said, “Do you know how busy I want to get with you when you’re weird?”
That made him full-on smile and give his head a shake. “Didn’t we talk about the phrase getting busy?”
Izzy grinned back at him, running a hand over his tie and the hard chest underneath it. “Sorry. What I meant to say was - do you know how bangable you are when you’re digging me?”
“Digging you.” Blake put his big hand over hers, trapping it against his sternum. “What if you drive me to work, then take the car to your place?”
Izzy could die of happiness when Blake stood there like that, not trying to be cool about wanting to see her again. She said, “I guess that works, but only if you promise not to get mad if I drive too fast.”
He laughed, a rumbly chuckle that came from deep within his chest. “I cannot make that promise.”
“Well then I cannot-”
“For the love of God, Iz, rinse off the soap,” he interrupted, laughing a little harder as he put his big hands on her shoulders and turned her around. “Before you get foam in your eyes.”