Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos) by Yvette Hines Page A

until Friday night.”
    “It was a constant struggle. We had
a job to do and I didn’t want you to be distracted or uncomfortable,
especially, if you weren't feeling the same.” He pulled me tighter, crushing my
breasts against his chest. “Tell me you want that, too.”
    “I do. Since the first moment I met
you.” I slipped my arms around his neck.
    “You wore a white blouse, beige wide
belt with a flower on it, a pink skirt that hugged your thighs and ass and
black high heels.”
    Shocked, I stared at him. I could
recall everything about his eyes that day and the suit he was wearing but I had
no clue what I wore that day. “You noticed me?”
    “Every day. I went upstairs to chat
with Bob Snyder in your department about sports so that I could watch you
precisely at eight fifteen walk from your office to the break room for coffee.
The best was seeing you walking down the hall back to your office.” He winked.
“You have the sexiest ass.”
    Speechless, I stretched up on my
toes and kissed him.
    Tightening his arms around me, he
held me against him and lifted my feet from the floor, returning the passion of
my kiss to me two-fold.
    I wasn’t concerned about the two
years we’d spent observing and practically stalking each other, because I had
been raised that everything happens in its own time—especially love.
    “Hey, hey, Humphrey Bogart and
Lauren Bacall, get a room. There’s a child in the house.” A female voice called
out.
    Ending the kiss, Aaren lowered my
feet to the floor and smiled over my head at the attractive black woman behind
me. I recognized her instantly from the picture on Aaren’s desk.
    “Soon, love, I’ll have all my rooms
to do what I want,” he teased.
    “Two years in his house with
freeloaders is long enough.” She smiled and closed the front door behind her.
    “Never a freeloader,” he said.
    “Anyway. Show some manners. I’m
Gabrielle, the big lug's younger sister.” She held her hand out to me.
    Moving out of Aaren’s arms, I took
her hand. “Kalan Henderson. I work with your brother.”
    Gabrielle lifted an eyebrow, but her
smile was still in place. “After what I just saw, I’m not even going to ask.”
    My cheek burned hot. “That was
just—”
    Laughing, Gabrielle waved away my
response. “Just joking. My brother told my son Jason and me about you.”
    Glancing at the man still standing
close beside me, I said, “He did?”
    “Yup.”
    “By the way, when I couldn’t get a
hold of her this weekend, it was because Kalan thought you were my wife,” Aaren
tossed in.
    “Oh, no. We get that a lot,
especially when we’re out with Jason. I feel like buying a t-shirt that says…my
mother was a nurse with a kind heart. If you can’t tell, I was adopted.”
Gabrielle pointed from her face to her brother’s, indicating their different
skin tones. “I was left at the hospital door just hours old. I spent three
months in NICU. Our mother was a nurse there. When no one came to claim me once
I was better, she and dad stepped up.”
    That explained a lot. I said, “I’m
glad. I’m from a big family and they all have large a hearts. There’s nothing
like family.”
    “Nope.” Gabrielle stepped to her
brother and jumped up and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for picking
up Jason and getting him to the pedestrian. How is he?”
    “Sound asleep finally. But his eye
is a lot better than when I picked him up.”
    “Good. I’ll go peep in on him.”
Gabrielle turned and headed to the steps. Stopping, she faced us again.
“Saturday I’m having an apartment-warming dinner. I’d love for you to join us,
Kalan.”
    Smiling, I said, “I’d like that.
Thank you.”
    Nodding, Gabrielle continued up to
see about her son.
    Aaren took my hand and tugged until
I was facing him again. “Now that my sister is home, I’m off childcare duty
until tomorrow morning. How about I get the packets and follow you to your
house. That way we can go over your presentation