“Erm, I think you started it.” I reluctantly released her.
Sinking back under the waves, she pushed up, looking like a goddess, her t-shirt now see-through and sticking to her curves, showing off the white lace of her bra.
I was glad the water was so cold because it was the only thing stopping my cock from swelling at the sight of her.
“What happened to your hoodie?” I asked, trying to distract myself from staring.
She looked at me like I was crazy, pointing to the soggy thing still grasped in my hand. “Someone needed to wipe their face earlier.”
“You gave me your top?” I questioned.
She shivered. “I did, so now we’re both going to freeze on the way home. And I’m calling shotgun on the shower.”
I pointed back to the beach, silently telling her it was time to get out. “Fine, but I get to choose what we order for dinner,” I declared as we made our way to dry land, my eyes fixed on Helen’s arse the entire way.
Her eyes widened as we got back to our shoes. “We had a huge roast earlier. I can’t eat again.”
I tilted my head. “Can’t eat because you’re not hungry or can’t eat because you think you’ve had your calorie quota for the day?” I was starting to see how her mind worked.
“I’m trying to meet someone,” she announced, squeezing water from the hem of her shirt like it would make any difference to how wet she was. “I can’t be fat.”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pulled her so she faced me, her breasts brushing against my chest. “You are not fat and anyone who ever makes you feel like you are doesn’t deserve to be with you.” She sucked in an audible breath that I loved hearing. “Now, pizza?”
She smiled and my skin warmed from the attention. “Pizza would be lovely. But be warned, I’m putting my least sexy PJs on.”
We leaned down to pick up our things. “Less sexy than last night? I can’t wait to see.”
She shivered again, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, making me feel guilty that I couldn’t even give her a top to warm her up.
I pressed my hand to her lower back. “Come on, let’s go before we freeze.”
Chapter 6
Helen
“Thomas, don’t you have a huge team of staff so you can work less?” I stood in front of my boss, placing a pile of paperwork and a coffee in front of him.
“Helen, not this again.”
“Not what again? You don’t have to keep saying yes to these jobs and constantly putting yourself in danger.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You know what we do here? I know I hide it from the rest of this town, but you get it, right? Finding bad people is what I do.”
“And you’re amazing at it, but I just want to remind you that it’s your name on the business… on the building. You don’t have to save the world every day,Boss.”
“I could sack you for talking to me like that.”
“You could try, but you can’t work the coffee machine and you don’t know how to open your calendar, so you’d be screwed.”
He slipped off his jacket, placing the guns he had holstered to his chest into the drawer like he did every day because hiding who he was and what he did was his MO.
“Helen, if you were anyone else, I would shoot them for being such a pain in my arse.”
I shrugged. “I know, but if I was anyone else, I would have quit because you kill people for a living.”
Thomas nodded because this was a pretty messed up business we were all a part of, no matter what role we played in it. “Now, in other topics of conversation… your date?”
I glanced down to the floor so I could try to avoid the conversation I knew was coming. “You already know he stood me up. You’re you. There isn’t anything you don’t know.”