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I was quiet as I studied h his already ht Who a for anyone else If it works for you, great Hit it Mazel tov I’m just surprised Jillian would want to set you up with irl, that’s all," I explained
He grinned and turned the force of his blue eyes onabout me I keep hbor with the thin walls and the devastating lingerie," he said in a low voice that couldthose things, seeing as I suddenly felt it oozing out of my ears and on down to hly scrah and opened his door He kept his eyes on mine as he strode around the car and openedthe hand he offeredthat he traced a tiny circle on the inside of ht thumb Almost didn’t notice it, my ass It ht Nerves? Shooting like fireworks all over the place
We walked inside the building, and he once again opened the door for ive him that
"So how do you know Benja up the stairs ahead of his, and ouldn’t he? I had great stems, currently flattered by my flouncy little dress
"Benjamin’s been a friend of my family’s for years I’ve known hies my investments," Simon answered as we rounded the first floor and started on the second
I looked over ht his bonds left over fros?" I teased
He chuckled "Yeah, so like that"
We continued up the stairs
"It’s curious, don’t you think?" I offered
"Curious?" he asked, his voice slipping over me like war us, usthe one that’s been keeping me nocturnally amused all these weeks Sotcity, but it can feel like a small town in so even Who knew that the nice designer Jillian wanted to set ht have taken her up on it," he replied, that darin back on his beautiful face
Dammit, why couldn’t he have stayed an asshole?
"Yes, but Pink Nightie Girl would have said no After all, thin walls and all…" I winked,on the wall next toaround behind the door, and I needed to get inside before he began to wail
"Ah yes, thin walls Hht?" he asked, turning toward his door
"Truce is still on, unless you do so in the doorway
"Oh, count on that And Caroline? Speaking of thin walls?" he said, as he opened his door and looked back athis fist on the wall
"Yes?" I asked, a little too dreaood
The smirk reappeared and he said, "Sweet dreams"
He thumped the wall one more time, winked, and went inside
Huh Sweet dreams and thin walls Sweet dreams and thin walls…
Mother of pearl He’d heard me
Chapter Seven
POKE
"Grrr"
Poke Knead, knead Poke
"Enough"
Knead, knead, knead Head butt
"I realize you don’t kno to read a calendar, but you should knohen it’s Sunday Seriously, Clive"
Hard head butt
I rolled over, away fro, and pulled the covers overSimon in Jillian’s kitchen with the intro heard round the world His friends calling ether when he learned I was the Pink Nightie Girl Kissing Siled deeper under the covers
Sweet dreams and thin walls…Sheerwords I burrowed farther under the covers My heart beat faster, thinking about how eirl below the covers
Last night had been decidedly dream free, but toin passion, I’d slept with the TV on The revelation that Si of him had thrown h the channels, trying to find so my own version of the Simon Wet Dream I ended up on the all-infomercial channel, which, of course, keptthey sold was fascinating I had to pry the cell phone out of my own hand at three thirty a of the half hour I will never get back after watching Bowser try to sell s fro to the sounds of Toh the wall They made me smile I can’t lie
I stretched lazily under the sheet, stifling a giggle as I watched the shadow of Clive stalking le as I deflected his advances Finally, he resumed his poke-poke-knead approach, and I poppedwith Sione,sx dreahbor And sure, said neighbor had heard these drea the last word in an already extre
But I could handle this Of course I could I’d just acknowledge it before he could--take the wind out of his sails, as it were He didn’t always have to have the last word I could recover fro
I’o off next door, and I froze Then I recovered and slipped back under the covers, leaving just ? He couldn’t see me
I heard him slap at the alarm clock, and his feet hit the floor Why was he up so early? When all was quiet, you truly could hear through these walls How the hell did I not realize before that if I could hear hiht of ot control This was further aided by Clive head butting the small of ive hiet up God, you’re such a little jerk sometimes, Clive"
He fired back a reply over his cat shoulder as he stalked toward the kitchen
After getting Mr Clive fed and running irls for brunch I was leaving the building while looking ata text from Mimi, when I collided with a wet, hot wall of Simon
"Whoa," I cried as I teetered backward His arhtand on ?" he asked, as I took hi shorts, darin