Chapter 49

I got out of the car, almost dancing as he followed me up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way up.

I opened the door to the apartment and gestured for him to enter.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks. We like it.” I removed my jacket and hung it in the closet, extended my hand, and took his overcoat. I hung it beside mine.

He looked around the foyer. “Who…uh…who did the decorating?”

“I did. Let me put the coffee on, and I’ll give you the grand tour.” I caught his hand and tugged him along after me as I went into the kitchen. I blushed as I saw the condition I’d left it in. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I took one of the pots off the stove and put it on the island so I’d have a free burner. “Spike was supposed to clean up after lunch.”

“That’s all right.” He gazed at the pots on the stove. “You should have a pot rack.”