I was dressed for work rather than sporting bare feet and a black dressing gown. I thanked him sincerely.
And I was so grateful to the cabbie for getting me home quickly that I tipped him well and didn't care about the furtive looks I got from my own doorman and the front desk staffer.
I didn't even care about the look I got from the stunning, statuesque blonde who stepped out of the elevator I was waiting for until I smelled James's cologne on her and realized the T-shirt she was wearing was one of his.
She took in my half-dressed state with an amused glance. "Nice robe."
"Nice shirt."
The blonde took off with a smirk.
When I reached my floor, I found Cross lounging in the open doorway in a robe of his own.
He straightened and opened his arms to me. "Come here, baby girl."
I walked straight into him and hugged him tight, smelling a woman's perfume and hard sex all over him. "Who's the chick that just left?"
