He's Not My Boyfriend by Jackie Lau

Author:Jackie Lau
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary romance, Asian romance, Diverse romance, Romantic comedy, Asian heroine, Asian hero, Workplace romance, one-night stand, Romance Canada, Canadian romance, Toronto Romance, Humor
Publisher: Jackie Lau Books
Published: 2018-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

When Iris woke up the next morning, she was warm and cozy. Not because Alex was wrapped around her—no, he was on the far side of the bed. They were not touching at all.

The reason she was warm and cozy was because she’d stolen all the blankets during the night. She blamed it on the fact that she wasn’t used to sharing a bed. She didn’t do relationships, and though she had one-night stands on occasion, she didn’t always spend the night.

And now she had all the blankets and Alex had none...and he was naked. He lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, his legs spread slightly, which gave her quite the view.

Mm.

At four o’clock in the morning, she’d woken up to go to the washroom, and when she’d come back to bed, he’d been awake, too. They’d made out in the darkness of the room, and he’d kissed his way down her body and given her another orgasm and made her promise, once more, that she would be there in the light of the morning.

Now it was seven-thirty, and she was here. She wouldn’t sneak out like last time, and she’d let him sleep for a little longer.

After admiring his naked form for another minute, she slipped out of bed and went to the front door, where she found her clothes from yesterday in a pile. She put them on, then checked her phone.

Her mother had sent her several text messages. There were three pictures, two of shirts and one of the most hideous pair of shorts Iris had ever seen. Who wore orange shorts?

Apparently, Mom had purchased all of these clothes for her. In all likelihood, they had been on sale and couldn’t be returned. Iris sighed. Her mother liked to do this. No matter how often Iris protested and said that she was twenty-seven years old and didn’t need her mother to buy her clothes, her mother didn’t listen. On occasion, Mom found something that wasn’t bad, but in general, the stuff she bought wasn’t at all to Iris’s taste. Like the orange shorts.

Iris texted her mother. A moment later, her phone buzzed.

Call me, the message said.

She glanced toward the bedroom, where Alex was sleeping. If she went to the far end of the living room and spoke quietly, hopefully that wouldn’t be enough to rouse him.

“Iris!” Mom nearly shouted when she answered the phone.

Iris held her phone away from her ear. “Could you stop screaming? It’s really not necessary.”

“Why are you whispering?”

Because I’m at a guy’s apartment, and he’s still sleeping.

“No reason,” Iris said, not in the mood for scandalizing her mother this morning. She raised the volume of her voice just a touch. “Why did you want me to call?”

“I want to know what you think of the clothes.”

“The shorts are super ugly.”

“They’re retro.”

“Whatever.” Iris curled up on the couch and hoped this conversation wouldn’t be too long. “The shirts are okay.”

“You know, being enthusiastic wouldn’t kill you.”

“I’m enthusiastic. Just not when talking about retro clothes before eight o’clock in the morning.

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