Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(64)

Yeah, don’t worry. I managed to keep my foot-in-mouth syndrome under control.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” I shook their hands. “Kline has told me so much about you.”

“Oh, she’s very pretty, Kline,” Maureen murmured, winking at her son.

“Can’t deny that,” Bob added. “Looks like you’re finally slowing down and enjoying yourself.”

“Thank goodness!” his mother agreed. “It’s about time our baby boy took some time for himself. He works too hard.” She looked at Kline. “You really do, honey. You work way too hard.”

Kline started to say something, but his father was already chiming in. “Definitely works too hard. You look good, son. And I have a feeling it has a lot to do with this pretty lady here.” Bob nodded in my direction.

I felt like I was in the middle of a tennis match, moving my head back and forth, back and forth, just to keep up with their constant chatter. They were pretty adorable, to be honest.

“So, what brings you guys here, to my apartment, on a Sunday?”

“Your father still hasn’t fixed my washer. And I needed to throw a few loads in,” Maureen explained, giving Bob the side-eye. “But don’t worry, I went ahead and did all of your laundry while I was at it. And I cleaned your bathroom. It was a mess, Kline Matthew,” she scolded.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it.”

“Well, it was the least I could do. But really, Kline, between that and the litter box, I nearly fainted. You should think about getting a maid or something. Georgia shouldn’t have to see that.”

Pretty sure the last time I was here, what his bathroom looked like was the very last thing on my mind. The bedroom? Yes. Kline naked? Hell yes. But the cleanliness of his toilet? Yeah, not so much.

“Only one of those things is even remotely my fault,” Kline grumbled under his breath. It was one of those moves where you want to stick it to a person by saying what you’re feeling, but you don’t actually want them to hear you.

I tried really hard not to laugh.

“How was the Hamptons?” Bob asked as we made our way into the living room.

“Fantastic.” Kline encouraged me to sit down on the couch before settling beside me. “We had great weather.”

“Had you ever been to the Hamptons, Georgia?” Maureen asked.

“A few times, but not since I was a teenager. It was nice being by the coast. Honestly, it makes me want to live there permanently.”

Kline grinned at me, gently squeezing my thigh.

“What’d you rent for the drive, son?” Bob asked.

“Ford Edge.”

“Sensible vehicle. Not my first choice, but I guess you didn’t want to pick Georgia up in a Focus, huh?” He chuckled, smiling at Kline. “How was the gas mileage?”

“Pretty good,” Kline answered. “Twenty-eight miles to the gallon.”

“Not too shabby.” His dad scrunched his lips together, nodding his head.

The whole practicality thing was really starting to make sense.

“Darling, have you offered Georgia anything to drink?” his mother whispered, but loud enough for me to hear. “I’m sure she’s parched from the drive.”

Before I could decline, Kline was pulling me to my feet.

“Come on, let’s get you something to drink.”

“I’ll take a beer, son!” his dad called out to us as we walked into the kitchen.

“She’s so pretty, Bob,” Maureen whispered to her husband, giddy. “Do you think they’re having s-e-x?”

“Christ, Maureen, I hope to God our son is having sex by now. He’s thirty-four years old. If he isn’t, I’ve screwed up somewhere along the way.”

“Shh,” she quieted him. “Keep your voice down. And stop talking like that.”

“Pretty sure they can hear everything you’re saying, Maur. You’ve never been too good with the inside voice.” His father didn’t even attempt to keep his volume down.

“Do you think they are, Bob?”

“By the way they looked when they walked in the door, I’d say they were about two seconds away from s-e-x-ing.”

If they hadn’t already shown me approval, I’d have been burrowing myself into the floor.

The second we got into the kitchen, Kline was lifting me onto the counter and standing between my legs. He gripped my thighs.

“Sorry for the ambush,” he said, his eyes apologetic.

“It’s not like you planned it. Anyway, I really like Bob and Maureen.”

A relieved grin covered his lips. “They really do mean well. My mom can be a bit of a meddler, though. I’m sure that was apparent the second we walked into my apartment and found them making themselves at home.”

I laughed, nodding. “It’s okay. Once you meet my parents, you’ll realize you have nothing to worry about.”

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I look forward to it, baby.”

“Do you think we’ll have s-e-x tonight?” I teased, waggling my brows.

“God, I was praying you hadn’t heard them,” he groaned, dropping his head to my chest.

I laughed, lifting his chin up to meet my eyes.