Your Bed or Mine?. Joss Wood

actually thirty-five herself, something Kay wasn’t prepared to do.

      Planning to meet up with your father at the end of the month in London. I suppose we should have lunch with you.

      Suppose we should have lunch? Jeez, Mother, sound a little enthusiastic, won’t you? I am your only child…

      Matt lifted his cup and gestured with it. ‘You okay?’

      Tori sent him a cool look. ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ Apart from the fact that I have parents who suck?

      ‘Your eyes…they went flat. Message from your creepy ex?’

      ‘No,’ Tori replied. ‘But those should start up as soon as he is awake.’ Tori saw his eyes drift down her chest and stop in the area she was pretty sure her nipples were lazing around.

      ‘Hey! Want to bring your eyes up a foot or so?’

      Matt’s smile was slow. ‘Toothpaste.’

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘Toothpaste on your shirt. Oh, you thought I was checking out your rack. Sorry, no…do you normally dribble when you’re brushing your teeth?’

      Matt hid his smile in his coffee cup as Tori glanced down at her chest and her blush spread up her neck and into her face. She cursed, rather sexily, and jumped up and stormed out of the room. He watched her very, very fine ass walk away, knowing that her eyes were flashing with irritation.

      Better irritation with him than the pain he’d seen in them earlier…

      When she was out of sight he rubbed his hand across his face. He’d thought she was a knockout last night but in the light of day, even covered by clothes, she was enough to have his heart slamming into his ribcage in excitement. Stunningly exciting multicoloured hair—streaks of blondes, browns, reds—eyes the colour of a perfect African summer’s night, a pert nose and a body that just wouldn’t quit. A very impressive rack—he was going straight to hell for that lie, of course he had been looking at her breasts—a tiny waist, flared hips and legs that, as he’d seen last night, were long and lean.