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MARISSA“Honestly?” I started, then took a deep breath as I paused to consider my answer. “He’s so much more than I was ever expecting him to be. You should have seen him with her.”“I would have loved to.” Denise said. “Maybe next time, if you think there will be a next time.”“I think there will be,” I answered, hoping I was right. I would only get to talk to Layton about what his thoughts of the day had been once I got to the office on Monday, but I was feeling optimistic. Unless I had been completely wrong, he had enjoyed the day as much as we had. “I wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy having a child around, but he did.”“Gushy much?” Denise teased.I felt my cheeks heating, but I nodded. “I am gushy, because he made me this way. I really never imagined he could be as perfect with her as he was. I’m so surprised, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. He’s just—I don’t know, there’s so much more to him than meets the eye.”“And you say you’re not in love with him?” She said it with a w
Asking for a Friend Happy Monday
LAYTONAt the office early on Monday morning, I pulled out the project folder for the site I visited the day before with Craig. I knew Marissa had built in that buffer in case of unforeseen expenses and this morning I wanted to make sure we would be able to afford to offer the workers the increases they had asked for.I was interrupted by a soft knock and knew before looking up that it was Marissa. I got a whiff of her perfume as soon as she opened the door and I smiled as I looked up. “Good morning.”“Happy Monday,” she said, striding into my office. It didn’t bother me anymore that she just came in without waiting for me to invite her. It was a sign of familiarity appreciated now.She smiled at me, looking fucking gorgeous in a plain pair of blue jeans with a white blouse and a black suit jacket. She looked relaxed, professional and sophisticated all at the same time. I didn’t know how she did it, but she always looked damn good to me.Knee high black boots with a low heel made her
Asking for a Friend Always Amazing
LAYTONAnnie leaped off the stool she was sitting on when she saw me walking into the kitchen. “Layton! I’m so glad you’re here.”“So am I, kiddo.” I bent down to hug her, noticing both Denise and Marissa watching me do it. “What?”Marissa shook her head, her ever present smile relieved. “Nothing. How was your day? Thanks for coming.”It clearly wasn’t nothing, but I wasn’t going to push her. I assumed it was weird for her to see me in her house with her daughter and friend. Lord knew it would be strange for me to have her in my apartment with Craig around. If Annie was there too, I would think I was dreaming.I would probably have to childproof my apartment before Annie ever got there, though. If you needed to child proof when a kid was six. I was going to have to look into that. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I realized Marissa and Denise were both looking at me expectantly.And then I realized I hadn’t answered her yet. “My day was you know, day-ish. Nothing exciting to report
Asking for a Friend Like a Family
MARISSASeeing Layton sitting down to dinner with all of us was a little surreal. When I first met him, I never would have been able to picture this scene. I wouldn’t even have been able to picture him in my home.He seemed too big for it. Both in physical stature and in presence.And yet—it felt right that he was here. I’d been thinking that way a lot lately, but somehow everything about him just felt right to me. I took it as a sign that we were both exactly where we needed to be and tuned back to the conversation happening around me.Denise had been drilling Layton since—oh, pretty much the moment he set foot in the house, but it didn’t look like he minded it. He kept up with her and worked through it all, question by question, and seemed to be enjoying himself in spite of the inquisition she was putting him through.Before he arrived, Denise and I had talked about all the questions she had for him. I asked her to take it easy on the poor guy, but evidently she had decided against
Asking for a Friend Cryptic Clues
MARISSADenise pushed out her chair, standing and giving Annie a hug goodbye. “I should get going, too. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”Layton followed her out after saying goodbye to both Annie and Denise, but he paused when we got to the porch. Denise drove away and he took my hand, holding it gently. “Thanks for supper. That was really fun.”“Despite the world’s most comprehensive game of twenty questions?” I asked jokingly.He nodded. “It felt a little like giving an interview for an autobiography I didn’t know was being written, but that’s fine. I like that she’s so protective over the two of you.”“She’s been an angel in our lives.” I agreed, seeing an opening to ask him my burning question, even if I was unsure about whether I should pile on any more tonight. “Can I ask you one question of my own?”“Sure,” he said wearily. I held onto his hand tighter, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. “What’s one more question?”My lips quirked up into a smile. “You’ve answered so
Asking for a Friend Showing Her
LAYTONMarissa arrived at my apartment fifteen minutes after we left the office, which told me she’d headed right over since I only got there seconds before she did. For some reason, I was relieved to know she hadn’t wasted any time in getting here.I was already nervous about her reaction when she saw the video. I wanted to get it over and done with, but I was also worrying about what she was going to think about me when she did see it. The video didn’t exactly show me in a great light.It was the way my father saw me and I knew that, contrary to what Marissa might’ve thought his views of me were. The thing was, I didn’t really want her to see me the way he did. A part of me was afraid that showing her this video might make her see me the way he did—a good for nothing disappointment who couldn’t do anything right.Vulnerability wasn’t something I felt often, but knowing she was about to see that video left me feeling like I was about to flay myself wide open. Marissa smiled when I op
Asking for a Friend Addicted to Her
LAYTONWe watched the video in silence. Marissa was engrossed the whole way through and thankfully, didn’t look back once. Hearing his words with her in the room was painful, more painful than it had been to watch the video by myself.To her credit, she didn’t look at me any differently when the video was done. I was afraid to look her right in the eye at first, but when I did I was relieved to see nothing had changed. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, but that was to be expected. As she pointed out, she knew my dad and from the sounds of things, she actually liked him.“Do you have any idea what he was talking about when he said I was part of his plan?” She asked curiously.“None,” I shook my head. “I was hoping you would, if I’m being honest. He never said anything to you about a plan?”“No,” she said, pursing her lips and moving them from side to side. “I’m really trying to think, but he never mentioned anything. When we talked about you, he just talked about how proud he wa
Asking for a Friend Give Me One More
MARISSAWhen Layton got going, he really got going. Every. Single. Time.The man was a machine in bed, against a wall or, as I was fast learning, on a desk. He kissed me with purpose, burrowing his hands into my hair and touching me like he wanted me. Really, really wanted me.It sent heat rushing through me, pooling right between my legs. By the time I started aching there, he was already there making me moan and rub up against him.“God, Marissa. You drive me crazy with those noises.” He hissed between kisses, punctuating his words with thrusts of his hips that made me let out more noises—which was probably the reason he did it.Hands trailing up and down my sides, he reached for the buttons of my shirt and started sliding them out. The heavy breathing got deeper and every time he brushed his hands over one of my nipples, I sucked in a gasp that momentarily broke our feverish kisses.My hips arched, pressing me harder against him. Layton hissed, rolling his hips to brush against me
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