Matt's presence was familiar and a thrill because while she had him wrapped around her little finger Grace never could tell exactly what he was going to do next. It was exciting.
"I'm not the one who's dirty," Grace said, running the tips of her fingers teasingly down his chest before bracing her hand below his heart to keep him away. If he got this jacket dirty she was going to have to kill him.
Then he was whispering in her ear and Alyssa took a sharp breath at the sudden contact. "Not here," she breathed out, bringing up her other hand rest against the side of his face and direct him towards the part of her neck she arched for him.
They could talk shop at 'home.' She was here to sell the roll, here to become familiar with the shop... just in case.