for breakfast. It's the one food my stomach can tolerate when dealing with a hangover.
"Good morning, beautiful."
What the ...?
I open my eyes and turn to see Liam staring at me from my laptop, which is sitting open on a pillow. He's lying in bed too, and he has his head propped up with his hand in such a way that his bicep is bulging.
All of a sudden I'm wide awake. "Hi, yourself, sexy man. What time is it there?"
He looks over at the clock on his nightstand. "Almost eleven at night. I have to go soon. We're shooting at dawn, and my driver will be here to collect me in half an hour. Just wanted to spend time with you before I leave."
"Hmmm, waking up to you, even digital you, is something I've missed. I hate your shooting schedule."
"Me, too."
I adjust my position so I can see him better. "I have this vague memory of nodding off during our sexy Skype session last night. That wasn't real, right? It had to be a nightmare."
"I wish. I was actually in the middle of some of grade-A dirty talk when you just flopped onto your pillow and started snoring. Your hand was still down your pants, for God's sake. It's clear you're not attracted to me anymore." He grips his chest as if he's in pain. "It's okay. I knew this day would come, but I guess I didn't expect it to be so soon. Oh well, we've had a good run. You can have the apartment, but I'll sue if you don't grant me joint custody of the cheese."
"Ha! You're dreaming if you think you're getting that cheese without a fight, pal. May I remind you that the last time we visited your parents, I stole pictures of you in high school with what looks suspiciously like a mullet? If you cross me, I'll pass that shizz along to TMZ without a second thought."
He slaps the bed. "Dammit, woman! Do you really want to put our beautiful, impressionable cheese in the middle of this nastiness? You'll scar it for life!"
"Okay, fine. I'll bury the mullet. But I'm doing it for the cheese, asshole. Not you."
His dark scowl sends shivers up my legs. "Fucking fine, you shrew. But this is going on the naughty list."
I try not to smile. "The naughty list?"
"Yes. It's a list of your transgressions, and it's getting pretty damn long, I can tell you."
"And what constitutes a list-worthy transgression?"
"Lots of things. Disagreeing with me. Disobeying me. Being thousands of miles away where I can't touch you. Being so beautiful you make my chest ache. Looking at me how you're looking at me now, when you know damn well it's going to make me hard as a rock. The usual."
"I see. And the point of writing it all down is ...?"
"So I know exactly how much I need to punish you when we're finally together."
"Am I going to enjoy this punishment?"
"If I allow you to, yes. So watch your damn step, or I'll make your life miserable. No orgasms for you!"
I smile and hug my pillow. God, he's sexy when he pretends to be angry. Why on earth do I find that so hot?
"Well, if it helps," I say, "I'm sorry I fell asleep. You know how dozy I get when I drink. I actually nodded off in the cab on the way back from the party. If Josh hadn't been there to help carry me inside, our lovely Russian driver who smelled like vodka and cabbage would probably still be circling Hollywood boulevard, earning a huge fare."
"Wait a second, back up. Josh is there?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you that last night?"
"No. You muttered something about how the show was amazing, and you raised eight million dollars for the charity, which is incredible by the way. Then you got all flirty and ordered me to strip. Too bad it wasn't much of a show, considering I was only wearing boxers, but still, you seemed to enjoy it."
"Oh, yes. I really did." Liam getting naked is pretty much my favorite thing on the planet, half asleep or not.
"I thought Josh was in Australia with Angel."
"He was, but he came back to help me out."
Liam smiles. "Seriously? That's great. I felt bad that you were handling everything by yourself, but knowing Josh took some of
"Good morning, beautiful."
What the ...?
I open my eyes and turn to see Liam staring at me from my laptop, which is sitting open on a pillow. He's lying in bed too, and he has his head propped up with his hand in such a way that his bicep is bulging.
All of a sudden I'm wide awake. "Hi, yourself, sexy man. What time is it there?"
He looks over at the clock on his nightstand. "Almost eleven at night. I have to go soon. We're shooting at dawn, and my driver will be here to collect me in half an hour. Just wanted to spend time with you before I leave."
"Hmmm, waking up to you, even digital you, is something I've missed. I hate your shooting schedule."
"Me, too."
I adjust my position so I can see him better. "I have this vague memory of nodding off during our sexy Skype session last night. That wasn't real, right? It had to be a nightmare."
"I wish. I was actually in the middle of some of grade-A dirty talk when you just flopped onto your pillow and started snoring. Your hand was still down your pants, for God's sake. It's clear you're not attracted to me anymore." He grips his chest as if he's in pain. "It's okay. I knew this day would come, but I guess I didn't expect it to be so soon. Oh well, we've had a good run. You can have the apartment, but I'll sue if you don't grant me joint custody of the cheese."
"Ha! You're dreaming if you think you're getting that cheese without a fight, pal. May I remind you that the last time we visited your parents, I stole pictures of you in high school with what looks suspiciously like a mullet? If you cross me, I'll pass that shizz along to TMZ without a second thought."
He slaps the bed. "Dammit, woman! Do you really want to put our beautiful, impressionable cheese in the middle of this nastiness? You'll scar it for life!"
"Okay, fine. I'll bury the mullet. But I'm doing it for the cheese, asshole. Not you."
His dark scowl sends shivers up my legs. "Fucking fine, you shrew. But this is going on the naughty list."
I try not to smile. "The naughty list?"
"Yes. It's a list of your transgressions, and it's getting pretty damn long, I can tell you."
"And what constitutes a list-worthy transgression?"
"Lots of things. Disagreeing with me. Disobeying me. Being thousands of miles away where I can't touch you. Being so beautiful you make my chest ache. Looking at me how you're looking at me now, when you know damn well it's going to make me hard as a rock. The usual."
"I see. And the point of writing it all down is ...?"
"So I know exactly how much I need to punish you when we're finally together."
"Am I going to enjoy this punishment?"
"If I allow you to, yes. So watch your damn step, or I'll make your life miserable. No orgasms for you!"
I smile and hug my pillow. God, he's sexy when he pretends to be angry. Why on earth do I find that so hot?
"Well, if it helps," I say, "I'm sorry I fell asleep. You know how dozy I get when I drink. I actually nodded off in the cab on the way back from the party. If Josh hadn't been there to help carry me inside, our lovely Russian driver who smelled like vodka and cabbage would probably still be circling Hollywood boulevard, earning a huge fare."
"Wait a second, back up. Josh is there?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you that last night?"
"No. You muttered something about how the show was amazing, and you raised eight million dollars for the charity, which is incredible by the way. Then you got all flirty and ordered me to strip. Too bad it wasn't much of a show, considering I was only wearing boxers, but still, you seemed to enjoy it."
"Oh, yes. I really did." Liam getting naked is pretty much my favorite thing on the planet, half asleep or not.
"I thought Josh was in Australia with Angel."
"He was, but he came back to help me out."
Liam smiles. "Seriously? That's great. I felt bad that you were handling everything by yourself, but knowing Josh took some of
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