Not helping. I should just go home and go to bed since I planned on rising early to work out and check job sites.
My phone pinged. At the new Wonder Woman movie.
The new one was out? I could go watch a sexy Amazon kick ass in a leotard.
By myself?
No deal. But Wes was with Mara. My friend would probably go again if I asked, but I didn’t feel like being a charity case.
I drummed my fingers on the desktop. The image of Tilly clutching her Wonder Woman bag flitted through my mind.
Before I could tell myself what a bad idea it was, I had Tilly’s number pulled up and hit dial.
There was no going back.
It rang. And rang.
Shit. Who’d been a dumbass and assumed she’d be perched by her phone, waiting on me?
This guy.
Her voicemail kicked on and I froze. Her cheerful voice telling me to leave a message yanked my heartstrings. Now that I was settled back into my daily grind, just listening to her highlighted the dullness in my life.
Disconnecting, I stared at my office. It was chic. Modern. Contemporary. It also lacked color with its glass desk and its black streamlined furniture that made the gray in the carpet pop. Well, there was the blue sky in the pictures of all my past projects mounted on my wall, my version of the “I love me” wall. Ironically, Arcadia added the most color to my environment, with its vibrant marquis. The multifaceted display drew eyes for miles.
Arcadia was my pride and joy, and since I’d moved on from building houses, it had also been my simplest project.
And Mara and her partner, Chris, had been easier to deal with than John Woods.
My phone vibrated and I almost dropped it. Flustered I said “answer” but my Bluetooth was lying on my desk. Tilly’s name flashed on the screen, along with a picture I’d taken of her standing at the water’s edge with her back to me, the Batman insignia on the ass of her bikini a stark contrast to the natural environment. I’d shown her the picture and she’d laughed and pointed out how odd she looked surrounded by sparkling blue water and lush trees, wearing a Dark Knight suit.
I missed that laugh.
Fumbling with my phone, I finally got it answered. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she whispered on the other end. “Sorry I missed your call. I’m at the movies and wasn’t going to answer.”
Her, too? “Are you with Wes and Mara?” If my friends were all out without me, and I was sitting in my office on a Friday night, I deserved to wear this stupid suit for another three hours.
“They’re here? I didn’t see them walk in. Maybe they’re at another theater. Wanna come over?”
“You-You're not with anyone?”
“I don’t know anyone who’d sit through the same movie three times with me. This is my second time. I plan to get in on the 10:15 showing, too. Oh, shit, the previews are starting, I gotta go. There’s a seat still open by me. Want me to save it?”
“Yes.”
She hung up and I was out of my office in seconds.
Striding to my pickup, I shrugged out of my suit coat and yanked off my tie. I undid my cuffs and rolled them. I had clean gym clothes in my office but didn’t want to take the time to change into them. The movie was starting and a seat was being saved for me.
Chapter 10
Tilly
My heart leaped into my throat as I watched the shadowy figure jog up the stairs. I always sat in the middle of the back row, but no one had ever looked like Flynn on the theater stairs.
His hair was perfectly styled, like a blond Tony Stark. Maybe it was the suit. He’d lost the jacket, opened the first button, and rolled his sleeves up, but that didn’t detract from the fit. Like how his slacks hugged his trim waist but gave his ass and thighs enough room to flex underneath. And the bulge of his biceps… The beginning of the movie was bright enough to make runway lights for Flynn.
He sidled through the row of people and snagged the seat next to me. I resisted burrowing into him. He had to get settled after all.
With him by my side, I relaxed. His fresh, clean scent was muted by the enticing but subtle smell of his cologne. I liked that fragrance, too, but it wasn’t as Flynn as “Flynn at the lake” had been. It was more like his suit. A way to say “I’m a businessman, let’s do business.” The way Flynn looked, anyone with ovaries would do anything he wanted.
I certainly would.
He gave me a quick smile. I grinned in return. Couldn’t help it. I was at the movies. With Flynn. Before he settled back, he dug out a pack of Hot Tamales.
I gasped and whispered, “Thank you.” Without thinking, I stretched up to kiss him. I pulled back after a quick peck, second-guessing myself. He wouldn’t be here if he weren’t interested, right? And he was the one who’d called, so that meant he’d wanted to at least talk to me.
Heat flared in his gaze, the colors from the movie reflecting in his green eyes. In his gaze was a promise that there’d be more than kissing tonight.
Yesss.
His gaze lifted to my headband, which was a yellow tiara with a star in the middle. His lips quirked and he turned his attention to the movie.
I enjoyed my second time through the show more than my first and it wasn’t because I was snuggled against a solid wall of warm muscle or munching on my favorite candy. Candy that Flynn had remembered was my favorite.
Credits rolled and I stood and stretched. Flynn rose and eyed my outfit. The yellow W stood out on my red shirt, and I’d bought blue Wonder Woman leggings
