Page 90 of Getting Down to Business

Chapter 18

Gray was singing in the shower, which always made Alyssa laugh.

Not that he had a bad singing voice, but the songs he chose to sing were amusing. Not many guys felt comfortable singing Adele at the top of their lungs, but Grayson was quite secure with his masculinity. And rightfully so.

He had insisted on taking her out for a drink, but she wasn’t really in the mood to worry with hair and makeup. She just wanted to be with Gray.

She had an idea, and quickly ran to the kitchen so she could get back to the bathroom before he finished the next verse of “Set Fire to the Rain.”

He jumped when she opened the shower curtain with two glasses of wine, and the singing abruptly cut off.

“What’s this?” He looked down at the drinks as her hair grew heavy with water.

“You wanted to celebrate by getting a drink, and I’d rather stay here, so it’s a compromise.”

With a big, beautiful grin he took his glass and held it up ceremoniously.

“To Alyssa Nicole Sinclair and her first account. May it be the first of many.”

They clicked their glasses together and drank down the wine.

“Drinking in the shower?” He chuckled as she took his glass and set them out on the vanity. “People might say we have a problem.”

She stepped closer letting her fingers trace the path of the water as it ran over his collarbone and continued down his chiseled abdomen.

“We might have a problem,” she said as her hand reached even lower. He began to stiffen in her grasp and she grinned. “Nope. We’re all good.”

He laughed and pulled her closer, pressing her back against the wall and leaning down to take her mouth captive. After a second of intense kissing he pulled back and looked down at her, his hair plastered to his head.

“Thank you for moving in with me, Liss.”

“Thanks for asking.”

He let out a sniff and ran his hand through his hair tossing extra water around the shower.

“I didn’t just ask. I begged you.”

“Same thing,” she said, giving him a naughty look. “Be careful or I’ll make you beg for something else.”

“I would gladly beg.” He stepped closer, pressing his lips to hers in a way that made her moan. “But something tells me I won’t have to.”

He was right.

They ended up oversleeping the next morning and had to throw their stuff in their suitcases and run out to the cab.

They boarded the train in silence. She took the seat by the window so he could hang one of his long legs out in the aisle. The other leg encroached over into her space, but she didn’t complain. He was definitely not a one-size-fits-all kind of guy, and for that she was glad.

She tapped her leg without realizing it until Gray laced his fingers through hers and pulled her hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on the back.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, I’m going to another state to have a picnic with people who aren’t going to understand who the hell I am, and we’re not going to be able to explain it.”

“This again?” he sighed.

“I’m okay with not having a name for whatever this is, but I’m guessing your family is going to want more specifics,” she explained.

He let his head fall in her direction with a frown.