Found in You(104)

“Why not?”

“Because I have work,” I called over my shoulder. Thinking of work, I suddenly remembered the whole evening before—Paul and David, and Hudson wanting me to run the club. Then the spectacular lovemaking. I wasn’t sure where that left everything.

“So what about work?”

Where were we in our conversation? Oh, yes, Japan. “I have work. You know? That thing you do where you go someplace and make lots of money? Even those of us who don’t make lots of money still do the work part. In fact, it’s even more necessary for us.”

“Anything you need, I can provide. I expect to provide.”

I’d left the door open while I peed so I could still hear him clearly. It felt nice having that level of comfort with a guy, but I wasn’t so sure about the provide thing he was talking about. “Hey, we just moved in together. Can we step back and keep this on the topic at hand?”

“Fine. But that discussion will come eventually. Sometime soon.”

My stomach twisted with both panic and anticipation. Dammit, what was this man doing to me?

“You make your own schedule.” His voice seemed close. I looked up to see him leaning in the doorway.

My brow knitted, still hung up on his last statement. I really needed coffee before embarking on such mind-spiraling discussions. “Because I make my own schedule doesn’t mean I can leave on a moment’s notice.”

“Sure you can. I own the club.”

“Funny how you pretend you don’t until it’s convenient for you to remind me.”

He grinned but didn’t dispute.

“And don’t think we’re done talking about the club management.” I wiped, flushed and washed my hands, flinging droplets of water on him as I pushed past him back to the bedroom.

He followed me as I went to my closet. “I didn’t think that for a minute. But right now we’re talking about Japan.”

“I have a meeting set up with Aaron Trent tomorrow. I can’t miss that.”

“Reschedule. He’ll make time for you.”

“That’s so tacky.” I pulled out a pair of plain cotton underwear. I hadn’t showered yet and didn’t feel like wasting a pair of nice ones. “He already thinks I rescheduled once.”

“Why? I thought it had been he who canceled?”

“Long story.” Hudson’s eyes stayed glued to me as I pulled on a sports bra. “And you’re distracting me from my point.”

“I think you’re the one distracting me.”

“They’re put away, you sex fiend. You can surely find my eyes now.”

He laughed. Yes, he definitely was in a good mood. “Tell Trent something came up and reschedule.” He handed me a pair of running shorts. “He’ll understand. I’ll make him if I have to.”

“You know I want to handle him myself.” I stepped into the shorts and found a tank to pair with them.

I grabbed some socks and turned to face him. He was staring at me—not my body—at my face, waiting for me to continue. I sighed. He was serious about the trip. And I was not. I gave it sincere thought for about for fifteen seconds.

The idea still seemed ludicrous. “It’s not only him, Hudson. I have other things I’m working on. And I don’t even have a passport.”

“I already have that arranged.”

“I don’t even want to know how you pulled that off.” I pushed past him again and headed for the bed. I sat on the edge and put on my socks.