Perfect for You

understand it's important to you."
    Anna shook her head. "You don't understand. Our parents died and the lawyers took all our money. I'm only in college because Freya gave up everything to put me through school."
    "It doesn't seem as though she suffered."
    She stared at him.
    He shrugged. "She lives here, she seems happy, and she can pay for your school? She's very successful. And if she loves you, she'll want you to be happy."
    "Not if it means law school."
    "Yes, even then, if you tell her how much you want it." He touched her face, his gaze solemn. "She won't want to see you unhappy. I barely know you, and I wouldn't be able to bear it. I can only imagine what it'd do to her."
    She worried her lip. "You think so?"
    "Yes, I definitely wouldn't be able to bear your sadness."
    Bursting out in laughter, she pushed his shoulder. Then she pulled him close and kissed him. Only it wasn't close enough, so she straddled his lap and wrapped herself around him.
    Heaven.
    She wiggled closer, weaving her fingers into his hair. She sighed as he kneaded her back, holding her close.
    "Delicious," he murmured against her mouth. "Come into the living room with me, Anna? Tell me why law, and I'll tell you how my mama taught me about food."
    "Yes," she said, to all of it.

 
Chapter Twenty-four
     
     
    Freya ran her hands down Greg's rib cage, her thumbs pressing into his corrugated abs. "You have the most magnificent chest I've ever seen."
    Eyes still closed, luxuriating in the lazy Sunday morning, he smiled. "You've seen a lot of chests?"
    "Ever been to Dolores Park on a sunny day?" She ran a finger over the thin line that arrowed down to what she was coming to believe was constant hardness.
    He sighed in pleasure, letting her explore.
    "How did you get this?" She traced the tan line at his waist.
    "Running."
    "You run without a shirt on?"
    "Sometimes."
    "Nice visual."
    "Is it inspiring?" He reached around her waist and rolled her on top of him. His hands slid up her back, holding her close and nuzzling her neck.
    "You're inspiring." She hummed contentedly and slipped a leg between his to get closer.
    Which was crazy—she should have been over it by now. She'd been here with him since Friday night and they'd hardly left the bedroom.
    She might have been able to convince herself that it was for research—for the good of her career and her muse—but at some point she'd completely forgotten about her muse, the redesign, and using Greg. The only thing on her mind was him . His scent, his taste, the sound of his voice.
    The buoyant feel of happiness just lying with him and listening to him talk to her.
    Disconcerting, that. She wasn't sure what to make of it, so whenever she started to get worried she pushed the thoughts away. She'd deal with the fallout later—after her meeting with Charles and Sin City.
    One week away.
    For now, she was going to enjoy this. All of it—the intimacy and sexual. Good thing it was Sunday and she didn't have to go to work.
    Sunday!
    She checked the digital clock on the nightstand. "Aw hell."
    Greg looked to see what had upset her. "What is it?"
    "I'm supposed to have brunch with Eve in exactly—" she glanced at the clock again —"twenty-four minutes." She slid off his body to the floor. On her knees, she gathered her clothes.
    Greg rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "I like this view."
    She searched under the bed. "Have you seen my underwear?"
    "Yes, definitely. The sight of you in the black and pink pair it is permanently engraved in my mind."
    "No, I mean do you know where they are? I'm sure you tossed them right here."
    "I added them to my collection when you were asleep."
    Rolling her eyes, she got up. Forget the panties—she'd find them later. She yanked her clothes on and, pushing her hair over a shoulder, leaned down to softly kiss his face. "Are you busy later?"
    He tangled his hand into her hair. "Yes."
    Her stomach sank in disappointment and she felt her lips pout of their own accord. "You are?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
    He pulled her down and kissed her. "I'm having dinner with this hot redhead I know. She's tall and sexy and has the most intriguing little mole on the inside of her right thigh."
    "I do not."
    "You should check. Right now."
    She laughed and quickly kissed him again. "I see your ploy, to get me undressed again. Try it again later."
    Hopping off the bed, she hurried out, grabbing her coat and purse. She added her shoes to the pile under her