Vivian's POV:
His smirk transforms into a smile, not believing what I’ve just said. He’s amused and taking off his suit jacket, not taking his surprised twinkling dark green eyes off me.
That’s it. Now, go on the bed and me on you, dreaming of little Bambi….
After he throws his suit jacket aside, I push him on the bed and go on him, on the bed, and then on my side. I’m with all my clothes on, including my jacket. Just my shoes are out. I’m on him, like on my pillow, having my head on his chest and all over him.
“If you do something and don’t let me fucking sleep, you’re out, kiddo. Just let me have my fucking treatment. I need Bambi right now.”
He snorts into laughter and takes me tight in his arms.
I know I’m crazy…. Stop laughing…. You little fucker…. You’ve became an addiction…. My pillow was replaced with you…. Well, that pillow didn’t give me Bambi…. You can….