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life.
Becca
gritted her teeth as heat flooded her body. Seriously? She had to get a
hold of herself before he came downstairs, because the smell of her arousal
would only let him know exactly how he made her feel, and what control he
really had over her. No matter how good last night was, she couldn’t allow it
to happen again. There was no way she was opening herself up to something that
could easily leave her broken-hearted again. It had been hard enough to walk
away last night, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to manage it a second
time.
No, it
was best for them to get through the tour that he hired her to give him, and
just leave things as they are.
She caught
the scent of spicy, masculinity that was becoming all-too familiar, and turned
to see him exiting one of the bank of gold elevators with a brown paper bag
stamped with the hotel’s logo clutched in his fist, and a Styrofoam cup in the
other. He wore sunshades and a black leather jacket over his shirt and jeans
today, and the outfit added an extra edge of danger and mystery to him that was
way too damned appealing, if the turning female heads around him were any
indication.
Not that
she cared.
“Good
morning.” He slipped the shades up over his dark hair, revealing sparkling blue
eyes that made him look ridiculously bright eyed and bushy tailed as he grinned
at her. He looked well-rested and full of energy.
“Good
morning,” she returned, trying not to sound irritated, but it was hard since
she’d been tossing and turning most of the night. If not for the triple
espresso shot she’d grabbed this morning, she likely would have spent the last
ten minutes snoozing in one of the hotel lobby chairs. “You look like you slept
well.”
Jericho
smiled a little ruefully. “One of the perks to having an excellent metabolism,
I’m afraid,” he said, then lowered his voice, a spark of intensity blazing in
his eyes. “I was actually up all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Her breath
caught at the rough timber in his voice, stealing away whatever retort she was
about to make. He’d been up thinking about her too? The knowledge suffused her
with warmth and satisfaction, which she damn well knew she shouldn’t be
feeling, but she couldn’t seem to help it.
“I’m sorry
I’m so late,” he said, his voice and eyes lightening again, as if nothing
untoward had been said. “I wanted to bring you some breakfast, but room service
was taking longer than I’d anticipated.” He held out the Styrofoam cup and the
paper bag. “For you.”
“Oh.”
Touched, she took them without thinking about it. “Thank you.” The scent of
coffee wafted from the hot Styrofoam cup, along with a hint of cream and sugar.
Unable to resist, she peaked into the bag. “Oh my goodness. Croissants.”
He smiled.
“When in France.”
A chuckle
escaped her lips. “You’re such a scoundrel,” she scolded, then turned and
headed for the exit.
He
followed her, a smirk playing at his sinful lips as they headed for her car. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know
you’re trying to charm me,” she said as she slid into the driver’s seat and
buckled herself in. “And it’s not going to work.” As she started the engine,
she dug one of the croissants out of the bag and took a big bite, then moaned
as the buttery, flaky bread sank into her tongue.
“You sure
about that?” he lifted a challenging brow, and her cheeks flushed a little.
“Just
because I don’t plan on giving in to your seduction doesn’t mean I’m not going
to enjoy your efforts along the way.” She lifted her chin and pulled into
traffic, officially ending the conversation.
But not,
she knew, the battle that had only just begun.
Chapter Eight
The forty-five minute drive
Becca
gritted her teeth as heat flooded her body. Seriously? She had to get a
hold of herself before he came downstairs, because the smell of her arousal
would only let him know exactly how he made her feel, and what control he
really had over her. No matter how good last night was, she couldn’t allow it
to happen again. There was no way she was opening herself up to something that
could easily leave her broken-hearted again. It had been hard enough to walk
away last night, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to manage it a second
time.
No, it
was best for them to get through the tour that he hired her to give him, and
just leave things as they are.
She caught
the scent of spicy, masculinity that was becoming all-too familiar, and turned
to see him exiting one of the bank of gold elevators with a brown paper bag
stamped with the hotel’s logo clutched in his fist, and a Styrofoam cup in the
other. He wore sunshades and a black leather jacket over his shirt and jeans
today, and the outfit added an extra edge of danger and mystery to him that was
way too damned appealing, if the turning female heads around him were any
indication.
Not that
she cared.
“Good
morning.” He slipped the shades up over his dark hair, revealing sparkling blue
eyes that made him look ridiculously bright eyed and bushy tailed as he grinned
at her. He looked well-rested and full of energy.
“Good
morning,” she returned, trying not to sound irritated, but it was hard since
she’d been tossing and turning most of the night. If not for the triple
espresso shot she’d grabbed this morning, she likely would have spent the last
ten minutes snoozing in one of the hotel lobby chairs. “You look like you slept
well.”
Jericho
smiled a little ruefully. “One of the perks to having an excellent metabolism,
I’m afraid,” he said, then lowered his voice, a spark of intensity blazing in
his eyes. “I was actually up all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Her breath
caught at the rough timber in his voice, stealing away whatever retort she was
about to make. He’d been up thinking about her too? The knowledge suffused her
with warmth and satisfaction, which she damn well knew she shouldn’t be
feeling, but she couldn’t seem to help it.
“I’m sorry
I’m so late,” he said, his voice and eyes lightening again, as if nothing
untoward had been said. “I wanted to bring you some breakfast, but room service
was taking longer than I’d anticipated.” He held out the Styrofoam cup and the
paper bag. “For you.”
“Oh.”
Touched, she took them without thinking about it. “Thank you.” The scent of
coffee wafted from the hot Styrofoam cup, along with a hint of cream and sugar.
Unable to resist, she peaked into the bag. “Oh my goodness. Croissants.”
He smiled.
“When in France.”
A chuckle
escaped her lips. “You’re such a scoundrel,” she scolded, then turned and
headed for the exit.
He
followed her, a smirk playing at his sinful lips as they headed for her car. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know
you’re trying to charm me,” she said as she slid into the driver’s seat and
buckled herself in. “And it’s not going to work.” As she started the engine,
she dug one of the croissants out of the bag and took a big bite, then moaned
as the buttery, flaky bread sank into her tongue.
“You sure
about that?” he lifted a challenging brow, and her cheeks flushed a little.
“Just
because I don’t plan on giving in to your seduction doesn’t mean I’m not going
to enjoy your efforts along the way.” She lifted her chin and pulled into
traffic, officially ending the conversation.
But not,
she knew, the battle that had only just begun.
Chapter Eight
The forty-five minute drive
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