The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(32)

“Are you done ogling my package?” he asked, amusement vibrating in his voice.

She reluctantly jerked her gaze up to his. “Wait, what?” she asked. Then mortification rocketed through her, and she quickly ducked her head. “I’m sorry. I needed to pee.” She sidestepped his dripping wet, na**d form and headed for the toilet.

Aidan laughed at her embarrassment. He grabbed a towel, but instead of wrapping it around him, he took his time drying off his arms and chest. Emma ignored him and focused on relieving her bladder. Once she was done, she went to the sink to wash her hands. She rolled her eyes when Aidan still hadn’t covered up.

“What sounds good for dinner?” he asked.

Keeping her gaze on the vanity, she said, “Anything. I’m starving.”

“Seriously?”

She laughed. “You better get used to feeding my out of control appetite.”

“I can try,” he mused as he finally wrapped a towel around his waist. “How does pizza sound?”

“Mmm, heavenly.”

“Then I’ll order in some pizzas.”

She giggled. “Yes, you better make them large. Ooh, and get some Cinnamon Bread too!”

“Okay then, I will.”

“Can we watch more movies?”

Aidan shuddered. “More chick flicks?”

Emma poked out her bottom lip. “Pwease?”

He rolled his eyes. “I guess so.”

“Aw, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.

With her mouth inches from his, she quickly turned her head and kissed his cheek. He stared intently at her for a moment. “All right. Enough of that. Get back into bed and off your feet.”

“Yes Drill Sergeant,” she sighed.

As she started out of the bathroom, he popped her ass playfully. When she glanced at him over her shoulder, he shook his head. “Always you and that mouth!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Emma woke up a little before one, and after using the bathroom, she slipped back into bed. Aidan was dead to the world, snoring softly. She had just covered back up when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She leaned over and picked it up.

It was a text from Casey. Checking in on you, Em. Hope you’re resting & feeling all right. Call me in the am.

Emma smiled at Casey’s concern. I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Btw, what are you doing up so late?

I might ask you the same question.

Had to pee.

Ah, gotcha. I’m waiting for Nate to get home and bang me!!!

Rolling her eyes, Emma typed Poor guy. No rest for the weary with your libido around!

Lol. True. Speaking of resting, where’s the assclown?

Emma giggled as her fingers flew over the keys. He’s asleep beside me.

WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU INSANE?!!!

Yeesh with the shouting! It’s not like we were doing anything. We fell asleep watching movies.

I sure hope you punished him with some epic chick flicks.

She glanced over at Aidan’s passed out form and almost felt sorry for what she had inflicted on him. Almost. Lol, let’s just say I gave him a trifecta of estrogen with The Sound of Music, Steel Magnolias, and Fried Green Tomatoes. I think he actually cried in Steel Magnolias…but I think it was more about him being stuck watching them instead of football.

He didn’t have to stay and watch them, Em. He wanted to be with you…the f**kwit.

Emma couldn’t help grinning at the screen. It doesn’t matter if he wanted to be with me. I’m still not sure I need to be with him. Regret filled her the moment she finished typing. She wasn’t sure that statement was entirely true.

Hmm, does your change of heart have anything to do with Dr. McDreamy Bollywood?

Nibbling her bottom lip, Emma hesitated before typing, Maybe…maybe not.

When’s the hot date?

It’s not a date. He’s just coming over to check my vital signs.

He’s bringing dinner, Em. It’s a date.

Whatever.

Emma could imagine Casey rolling her eyes and huffing with frustration as she typed. Look, just don’t count Dr. McDreamy Bollywood out just because Aidan’s grown a vag and become all caring and considerate.

Aidan has not grown a vagina!

It wouldn’t hurt him if he did. Maybe he’d think with his dick a little less!

Case….

Fine, fine, I’ll quit running down the douchenozzle.

Thank you

Actually, I think you need to test out my theory about Aidan’s considerate vag.

What?!!

You need to send him to get you something to eat. Aren’t you craving something?

Emma pursed her lips in thought. She craved both bacon and ice cream constantly, even at breakfast she could eat the two together. I could go for a double Baconator from Wendy’s and a Frosty.

Ha! Good one. They’re open til two. Send him out. ASAP

Case, he’s dead to the world.

Oh for f**k’s sake! Wake him up and let him show off his shiny new vag!

Emma huffed out a frustrated breath. Fine. Ttyl

Night! Don’t think I won’t check back in to see if you really did it.

You’re evil

But you love me!

Yes, I do.

Love you too.

After she tossed her phone back onto the nightstand, she glanced over at Aidan. He was in his favorite non-sexual position—on his stomach with his arms wrapped tight around the pillow cushioning his head. With his face turned towards her, he looked so peaceful. She felt terrible waking him up—even if she really was hungry and not just trying to prove something to Casey.