will fix her rotten day better than compliments or a bubble bath. Her straitlaced exterior and her wild heart light him up. But Emma wants to escape her past and settle down—and if her desk jockey dates don’t understand where she comes from, at least she doesn’t worry about them bringing her back.
He took the quickest shower possible and ran his hands through his hair. Back in his bedroom, Emma sat in the same spot on his bed, scrolling through her phone.
“Telling all your Facebook friends about the great guy you met?”
She looked up and around the room. “Who would that be?”
He grabbed his chest. “You wound me.” He keeled over on the mattress.
She poked him with her foot. “Seriously, as great as you are—and compared to some guys I’ve known, you’re ranked near the top—but I don’t do Facebook.”
Sean let her words sink in. She hadn’t talked much about herself last night; neither of them had. Hearing how he compared to her past boyfriends or hookups, or whatever, helped. “Near the top, huh? I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”
“You’re really not on Facebook? I’ve never met a girl who wasn’t.” Hell, most girls couldn’t wait to log on and change their status. They went straight from meeting to “in a relationship” within a night.
She shrugged. “I used to be. Then a couple of years ago, my college adviser pointed out that principals and eventually parents would be looking up my social media.”
“My mom has a habit of posting some inappropriate stuff. Stuff I wouldn’t want my boss to see. Or the parents of my kids.”
“If you’re not on Facebook, what are you doing? Sending out messages for a rescue?” He sincerely hoped not. He didn’t think he’d done anything to warrant a rescue call.
“I was on Pinterest.”
She turned her phone to face him. “It’s a virtual bulletin board. I collect recipes of stuff I want to try. Sometimes books.”
He took the phone and scrolled. “Yeah, shirtless dudes are really recipes. Aren’t you worried about your boss seeing that?”
She reached for her phone, but he pulled it away.
Emma slumped back, not engaging in his game. “I guess you didn’t notice the words ‘secret board’ above that one. No one can see that board or what I have pinned to it except me.”
He handed her the phone. When she took it, he whipped off his shirt.
“Want a picture for your secret board?” He flexed and posed, and Emma doubled over laughing. “What are you saying? That even though I’m better than the losers you know, I can’t compete with your eye candy?”
She laughed harder, and Sean felt like he’d accomplished something. If he got nothing else done for the day, this would be enough. He’d seen her smile, which was pretty great, and she’d snarked at him jokingly, but her laugh was fantastic.
With a hand on her chest, she inhaled deeply. Then she raised her phone. “Hold still.” And she snapped a picture of him.
“Wait. I can do better than a sneak shot.” He crawled closer, straddling her outstretched legs as he did. He lifted an eyebrow. “How about a smolder?”
Another peal of laughter had him joining in and almost falling on top of her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard with a girl, especially in bed. It was a good feeling. Sean rolled next to her and they caught their breath, sides touching, and even though they were both fully clothed, something sparked between them. God, he loved it when the chemistry was hot.
Schroeder is the author of the O’Leary series, contemporary
romances centered around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the Hot
& Nerdy series about 3 nerdy friends finding love. Her new series (For Your
Love) will release this summer with the first title Under Your Skin. When she’s
not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to