Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

I laugh. “Hate to break it to you, Mr. CEO…”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

I smirk. “Only a couple days left, then you can go hang out with Maddox and talk about football until your chest is covered in so much hair we can sell pics of it for money.”

“True, true.” He sighs and runs a hand over his sternum.

I shake my head. This man is so weird.

Nathan tilts his head, getting a look in his eyes. “You’re still thinking about me sucking on your toes, aren’t you?”

“Goodbye, Nathan.”

“One sec.” I answer Nathan’s video call on my laptop, then go back to my Word doc.

He’s silent for a few moments as I type before he speaks. “What are you working on?”

I hit save, then minimize the screen, revealing Nathan’s curious face. “Stuff,” I say, just to be a pest. “You all done for the night? No fancy dinners?”

I’m lying in bed, back propped against the pillows, already in my pajamas. And Nathan is lying front side down on his bed, bare chest propped up on a pillow, wet hair slicked back, with a few stragglers loose around his temples.

And my god, he’s good looking.

He shakes his head. “Told everyone who invited me out that I had other plans already.”

“And your plans were to lie naked on your bed, talking to me?”

He smirks. “I’ve got my undies on.” I snort at him calling them undies. “And I grabbed a sandwich from downstairs on my way up. I’m so done with people, I didn’t even want to order room service.”

“I don’t know how you do it. Just one day of those crowds, and I’d be hiding under my blankets.”

Nathan props his chin in his hand, and it makes me want to reach out and scratch my fingers through his facial hair. “It’s not so bad. I got used to a lot of bullshit and attention during my football days.But I deal with the public a lot less now and definitely have a shorter fuse. And the novelty has kinda worn off. I’d rather be home.”

Under the handsomeness, I notice he looks tired. And that makes me want to give him a hug.

But I can’t, so I give him the next best thing. The truth.

“I miss you.”

His smile is slow. “I miss you too.” My heart skips a beat because I know he means it. “Now, tell me what you’re working on.”

I huff. “You’re so nosy.”

“I know. Now tell me so I don’t have to hack into your computer.”

I narrow my gaze at him. “Can you really do that?” Then I remember him getting my grocery list off my laptop and decide he probably already has.

Charles chooses this moment to climb onto my chest, putting himself between me and my laptop.

“Hey, little man. How was your day?” Nathan asks his cat.

Charles turns to face the screen and meows loudly.

“Just one more sleep, bud,” Nathan tells him in reply, reminding me that he’s coming home tomorrow.

“Is it really okay that you’re skipping dinner the last night?” I ask him over Charles’s back.

“CEO, remember? I don’t need to suck up to anyone.”