Page 121 of Fifth Avenue Flirt

The vibrations of her sounds travel through my body, making every cell stand to attention. I want her to also want to be in bed for the rest of our lives, right alongside me.

Her gaze stays on mine, and I know in that moment that she wants me as much as I want her. I’m no longer on this island alone. She’s built a bridge and is right here. With me. Forever.

EPILOGUE

Epilogue – A Month Later

Avril

I’m wearing Ben’s shirt and nothing else when I wander into the kitchen.

He glances at me, then does a double take as he sees what I’m wearing. “What are you doing? People are going to be here any minute.”

I check the clock above the door. “It’s going to be thirty minutes at least,” I say. “A lot can happen in thirty minutes.” I start to unbutton his shirt.

“Avril!” His voice has a high-pitched edge I haven’t heard before, and I stifle a laugh. A buzzer goes off and Ben races to the ovens and pulls out a tray of god knows what.

I lean over the kitchen counter and pull up his shirt, exposing my bare ass. “We haven’t even been dating two minutes and already you don’t want me.” Obviously I’m teasing him. He wants me pretty much constantly and the feeling is entirely mutual.

“Bloody hell, Avril. Now I’m hard with the rest of this lunch to prepare. Please take your pretty arse out of here and get it dressed.”

I stand and turn to face him. “I could go down on you while you work if you like.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take a rain check on that. Maybe when the stakes are lower and I’m making omelets, not a five-course meal.”

“The stakes aren’t that high. It’s just friends and family coming to lunch.” It’s cute how he’s taking this so seriously.

“I just want them to like my food.”

I wrap my arms around him. “Your food is incredible. Of course they’re going to like it.”

“You have to say that,” he replies. “But I really want them to like it.” His phone starts to ring. “Can you get that?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say. “It looks like it’s the Delancy Vet.” Wasn’t that the place where we took the abandoned cat we found when I first moved in?

He nods. “Oh yeah. I meant to talk to you about that. Can you answer?”

“Talk to me about what?” I say, as I accept the call.

“Ben East,” he says into the speaker in that professional, businesslike mode that gets me so hot. Although Ben doesn’t have to do much to get me hot.

“The way you say that gets me so hot…” I whisper, and I start to unbutton the shirt I’m wearing again.

“I just wanted to confirm your time of collection as ten thirty Monday morning,” the speaker on his phone blares out. “We’ve completed all our tests now, and she’s had the vaccines.”

I’m super-confused.

“Ten thirty works. I’ll see you then.”

The phone goes dead and Ben acts like he didn’t just take a call from a vet talking about a ten-thirty appointment. He turns to the refrigerator and takes out some celery.

“Wanna tell me what you wanted to talk to me about?” I ask him.

“Oh yes. That was the vet. Ivy’s owner never claimed her.”

“Ivy?”

“The cat you found?” He puts down his knife and turns to me. “I know you don’t want children anytime soon, but I was wondering how you felt about a cat?”