Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(41)

“Think again,” Hunter said, deciding that he’d wasted enough time.

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“I think that’s everything,” Kylie said with a satisfied nod as she took in the assortment of snacks and drinks that she’d carefully selected for tonight’s movie marathon.

After ensuring that the extra-large meatball and mushroom pizza that she’d splurged on was still hot, she grabbed her favorite tee shirt and a pair of panties and headed to the bathroom. There, she debated grabbing a slice of pizza and her iPad and starting the night off with a long soak in the bathtub with some of the bath salts from the beautiful gift basket that Hunter had delivered earlier. Deciding that she’d save that for tomorrow night after the convention when she was probably going to need it most, she took a quick shower, selected one of the many lotions that came in the basket, and after she finished drying her hair and getting dressed, she decided that she was ready to do this.

Once she climbed into bed, and God, was this bed comfortable, she piled the pillows against the headboard, adjusted the comforter over her lap, pulled the pizza closer, turned the television on, and-

“Oh…oh, my God,” Kylie mumbled weakly even as she frantically reached back for a pillow so that she could cover her eyes as she blindly searched for the remote as the sounds of the large brown bear tearing apart Leonardi DiCaprio echoed throughout the room.

“Why are you watching The Revenant?” Hunter asked, as she felt him join her on the bed.

“I don’t know!”

“Would you like me to shut it off?” he asked, sounding bored as she gave up trying to find the remote and hugged the pillow against her face.

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“What will you do for me if I shut it off?” he asked, shifting to get more comfortable.

“Let you live?” she offered, squeezing her eyes shut.

There was a chuckle as the bear upped his game from the sounds of things, she realized with something close to a whimper, and then, it was over.

“So, tell me something, Miss House,” Hunter drawled, as she reluctantly peeked around the pillow to make sure that it was really safe, “what exactly are you doing?”

“Movie night,” Kylie said, sighing with relief when she saw the baseball game playing on the television.

“Without me?” Hunter asked, shaking his head in disgust as he flipped the pizza box open and helped himself to a slice.

“Umm, you went out?” Kylie reminded him.

“Lies, Miss Brody, all lies,” he said around a bite of pizza.

“What exactly are you doing here?” she asked, since he should be doing all those things that she’d been telling herself not to think about for the past two hours.

“Movie night,” Hunter said, finishing off his slice of pizza as he grabbed the television remote and signed into his Netflix account before handing the remote over to her.

She looked at Hunter, taking in his neatly styled hair, freshly shaved jaw, the gray shirt that she’d never seen before, dark pants, and-

“You don’t have to do this,” she said with a forced smile as she focused on picking out a movie.

“What exactly am I doing, Miss Hunt?” he asked, grabbing a Coke off the nightstand and taking a sip.

“Being here when you should be downstairs,” Kylie said and although she appreciated the gesture, she wasn’t a big fan of pity.

“What makes you think that I’m not exactly where I want to be?” he asked, placing the Coke back on the nightstand.

“Because you’ve been trapped in a house with me for the past eight months and this is your one and only chance at freedom for the next four months?” she reminded him.

There was a heavy sigh and then Hunter was getting off the bed and piquing her curiosity when he began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. “When have you ever known me to do something that I didn’t want to do, Miss Jackson?” he asked, sounding bored as he tossed his shirt on the chair.

“Well, there is the whole house arrest and mandated therapy,” she said absently, as she watched as Hunter worked his belt loose.

Chuckling, Hunter said, “Just pick a damn movie, brat,” as he tossed his pants on the chair and adjusted the band around his ankle before disappearing into her bathroom.

Biting back a smile, she picked out a documentary series on the Black Death before she tossed the remote back on the bed, grabbed a slice of pizza, and did her best not to stare when Hunter walked back into her room in his boxers. Reminding herself that it was wrong to notice just how good her boss looked in boxers, and yes, she’d already accepted the fact that she occasionally slept in the same bed with her boss, she focused on eating.

“Didn’t we already watch this one?” Hunter asked, as he climbed back in bed and grabbed another slice of pizza.

“This one’s new,” she said, feeling herself relax for the first time since they’d left the house this morning.

They watched three more episodes and managed to finish off most of the pizza before they decided to call it a night. Hunter made quick work of getting rid of their trash while she used the bathroom and brushed her teeth. By the time she was done, Hunter was back and double-checking the locks to make sure that the balcony doors were locked.

“Do you want the lights on?” he asked, as he pulled the curtains shut to block out the light coming in from the atrium.