Come Together by Jessica Hawkins

table that I was sitting in his home office. In the corner was a display of flat screen security televisions, and I blushed again when I noticed the one that watched the foyer. I was thankful to see that anything beyond the entryway was not included. He winked when he noticed my gaze. I didn’t see anything to indicate a personal presence; no pictures, no framed awards or articles, nothing distinctly special about the office’s inhabitant.
    “Let’s set that up then.” He paused, covering the mouthpiece. “When should we go see your father? Can you get Friday off so we can make a weekend of it?”
    I bit my lip. My boss frowned upon taking time off, but I had plenty of vacation days because of it. I gave him a half-shrug. “I’ll try.”
    He removed his hand and placed it on my lower back. “Monday,” he said into the phone. “I probably won’t be in on Friday. No, it won’t be resolved by then. Monday then.” After a moment he hung up and ran his hand up and down my back. “How was shopping? Is that your dress?”
    “It was great. Thank you,” I said, pressing my lips to his cheek.
    “I’ve had a serious boner since the boutique,” he said with a sigh.
    I laughed. “Well, there are ways of fixing that.”
    “I’m well aware, Miss Germaine, but not until tonight. Good things come to those who wait.”
    “And those who don’t?” I asked, brushing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and caught me in a heated kiss, pulling me closer so his erection pushed into my hip.
    “You taste so good,” he murmured when he released me. “Tell me you’re moving in, and I get to do this whenever I please.”
    “David,” I started, placing a hand on his chest.
    “We own a house together, for God’s sake,” he interrupted.
    Oh, yes, the Oak Park house . I had purposely been avoiding the topic. David had bought my dream home on a whim because he couldn’t stand the thought of someone else buying it for me. Not two days into our relationship and there was a house involved.
    “You own a house,” I corrected.
    His eyebrows furrowed. “We, Olivia. Great as it is, that house means nothing to me without you in it.”
    This I already knew, since he’d practically given it to me days earlier when he’d almost walked out my life. “That’s way in the future anyway,” I said. “I still have a whole divorce to go through.”
    “Again, we ,” he corrected. “I’m going through it too.”
    “Right, okay, but it’s ridiculous for me to go from being married to someone else right to moving in with you.”
    “What’s ridiculous is you paying rent on some shithole when you’ll be here with me every night anyway.”
    “Every night?” I repeated.
    “If you think I am willingly spending even one night away from you, after every night we’ve already spent apart, then you have no clue what’s been going on in my head the past few months. You’re my girl,” he said softly, “and I want you here.”
    I smiled and touched his hair, because I thought it was cute when he called me his girl. I thought it was so cute that I shifted against his lap again.
    “Don’t try to distract me. We’re having this talk now.”
    I pouted. “You’re a cock block.”
    He grinned. “Don’t worry, honeybee, I won’t let you off so easy tonight.” My insides clenched, and I wished we were already home from the party. I stood up and sighed. “Okay. You’re right. Let’s talk.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “I can’t think straight being that close to you.”
    “If thinking straight is a requirement, then might I suggest we do this over the phone?”
    “Very funny,” I said, moving to the couch on the other side of the office. I removed my shoes and sat against one arm with my knees bent. He followed my lead and after toeing off his own shoes, he sat opposite and extended his long legs on both sides of me.
    “I could get used to this,” he said, letting his eyes drift over me. “I look