Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)(35)

“I mean, it was good, don’t get me wrong. Fucking great actually. But I want you to know that wasn’t my plan.”

She exhales heavily and focuses really hard on buttering her pancakes. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re not in a position to like someone again?”

I set my fork down and stare at her until she looks up at me. “Maybe?” I say, apology all over my face.

Her jaw goes tight, but she looks down, resuming her earlier food prep. “That’s fine.”

I huff, “Is it?”

“Yeah!” she exclaims and looks over at me with a smile. “This is no big deal, Miles. We had sex. You didn’t ask me to go steady. I’m not getting this twisted up.”

“Well…good,” I reply, feeling a little confused as I eat a little more food and let the silence overtake us. Finally, I look up and add, “I just…I get the impression that you aren’t a casual kind of girl, and I wouldn’t want to put you in an awkward situation.”

“Zero awkwardness!” she replies with a laugh, over an enormous bite of pancakes. She puts her fingers over her full mouth and mumbles, “I’m good…great even. I just had really good sex last night!”

My eyes narrow skeptically. She’s acting weird. Weirder than usual. “So what does this mean then?”

She shrugs and takes a sip of her orange juice. “It can mean whatever we want it to mean. We can just stay friends, or not. We can keep having sex, or not.”

I nearly choke on a bite of bacon. “Keep having sex?”

Her cheeks flush. “Yeah! You said I’m not casual, not me. I’m as casual as they come. Casual with a capital C. I write at Tire Depot, for God’s sake.”

My brows lift. “Good point.”

She stands up and takes her half-eaten plate to the kitchen sink. “I’d be up for some casual…honestly. I’m a workaholic as it is, so it’s not like I have time to devote to a boyfriend.”

“Oh?” I ask curiously, annoyed that her comment also makes me feel slightly rejected. I’m such a dick. “But you finished your book. How much work can there be?”

She laughs at that. “Oh Miles, how little you know about my book world. The part at Tire Depot is the easy stuff. Now the hard work begins. Editing. Marketing. On top of that, I’m already starting the next book.”

This has me sitting back on my stool. “Okay then, so what did you have in mind?”

She loads her plate into the dishwasher, her back to me for a good while before she suddenly turns on her heel with wide eyes and exclaims, “Book research!”

“Book research?” I repeat.

She nods. “I, umm…might need some help from you again for book research. Bedroom stuff, not motorcycle ride stuff.”

My brows lift curiously. “What crazy shit are you writing now that you haven’t already covered in your erotic novels?”

She rolls her eyes and moves to prop her elbows on the counter straight across from me giving me the perfect angle of her cleavage in that tight tank top. “It’s not like that. I need help getting into the mind of a man. My Bed ‘n Breakfast series was all told from a female point of view. But for my new book, I want to write in dual point of view. So one chapter will be in the female’s voice, and then one will be in the male’s voice. I’ll alternate between the two.”

My tone is flat when I reply, “I know what dual point of view is, Mercedes.”

“Okay, sorry,” she replies with an embarrassed smile, fingering the towel on the counter in front of her. “Do you think you might be able to help me?” She looks up at me with wide, nervous eyes, clearly anxious for putting herself out there like this.

I stare back and wonder if I can rise to the challenge. More sex with a girl I actually like, but no relationship ties? No strings. No commitment. Can it really be that easy?

I pick up my empty plate and stride around the counter to the sink. I can feel her eyes on me when I reply, “To be crystal clear, you’re proposing friends with benefits, right?” I set the dish in the sink and turn to face her, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms.

Her eyes stare at my biceps for a moment before she replies with a sweet smile. “It’s a concept as old as time.”

I chuckle and feel a sense of euphoria move through me. This morning is turning out a hell of a lot better than I anticipated when I got out of her bed earlier. In fact, it’s pretty fucking fantastic.

I eliminate the space between us and cage her in, pressing my front against her front. “Should we start now? I mean, I’d hate to see your education suffer a minute longer.”

She laughs and splays her hands flat on my chest to push me back. “Actually, since we’re sticking with the whole friends thing, I was wondering if you could help me with a little project first.”

I waggle my brows at her. “Like a naked kind of project?”

She frowns and bites her lip sheepishly. “You could be naked if you want, but I’m not sure how safe it would be.”

My smile falls.

“Do you think you could help me move my roommate’s shit downstairs? I’m going to get one of those pods delivered this week for his stuff. I want to make that upstairs room into a writing den.”

My brows knit together. “You aren’t going to keep writing at Tire Depot?” The disappointment I feel over that thought isn’t lost on me.