Her heart was beating fast, so fast she could hear it, and she worried that he could hear it, too.
“Your heart is beating fast,” he said, and put his hand over her heart. “Are you nervous?”
“Why would I be nervous?”
“Because,” he said, and grinned. “You’re alone with me.”
“So?”
“So last time you were alone with me, you lost control of yourself.”
“No, I didn’t.” She turned away again and tried to move her chair away from his, but he was still holding her tight.
“You didn’t?” He reached out and slid the tip of his index finger across her lip.
Heat exploded through her body.
“No,” she said, “I didn’t. Not even close.” It was a lie, of course. She’d wanted him so badly that she’d almost completely lost control of herself. But almost didn’t count.
“Okay,” he said easily, and just like that, the spell was broken. He stood up and moved back over to the stove, pulling out a frying pan and setting it down on one of the burners.
Kenley took a sip of her water and tried to calm herself down. Damn. She hated that it seemed like he was always getting the upper hand with her. But he was just so damn hot. And it wasn’t just his looks, either, although he was sexy as hell. It was his whole being, his whole vibe. He had this confidence about him that was such a turn on she almost couldn’t stand it.
“Okay?” she asked, trying to sound annoyed. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
“No, actually, it’s not.” He pulled a loaf of crusty French bread out of the breadbox and began slicing it into thick chunks. “I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?”
“Yeah.” He turned around and leaned against the stove. He looked relax and in control. “So you know how I had a meeting this morning at Expera?”
“Right,” she said. “And you said there was something that went on there that had to do with me. I’m assuming it’s something besides the fact that you tried to have sex with me last night because you thought I worked there?”
He grinned. “I was hoping you’d forget about that. Of course, I guess it was kind of unforgettable.” He winked at her and slung the dishtowel he was holding over his shoulder.
“Whatever,” she said. “So what’s the proposition?”
“Well.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter.
He looked like he was trying to figure out the best way to explain something to her.
“You really know nothing about baseball? You don’t watch it at all?”
“No,” she said. “Baseball’s boring.” It was true. She hated sports, but could handle watching basketball or football if she had to. But baseball. Ugh. It took way too long to get through. The games were so long that sometimes even the players seemed bored, standing there in the outfield, waiting for a ball to come their way. Kenley enjoyed needling Chad in this way, insulting his sport, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Well, my team, the Brooklyn Heat? We’re trying to rebuild our reputation.”
“Oh, imagine that,” she said, and held her hand to her chest in mock surprise.
“Your team has a bad reputation?”
“Anyway,” Chad said, ignoring her sarcasm, “when I went to that meeting this morning, the one with Expera, they were really interested in signing me up for an endorsement deal. But they had some concerns.” He dropped a pat of butter into the frying pan in front of him, and it slowly started to melt.
“So your reputation proceeded you,” Kenley said. She didn’t feel sorry for him.
What had he been expecting to happen? It was about time these athletes figured out that they couldn’t just get away with cavorting with random girls and getting into all kinds of nefarious situations. She didn’t know for sure that Chad did any of these things, of course. But she was willing to bet on it, especially after what had happened last night.
“Well, sort of.” Chad pulled his phone out
“Your heart is beating fast,” he said, and put his hand over her heart. “Are you nervous?”
“Why would I be nervous?”
“Because,” he said, and grinned. “You’re alone with me.”
“So?”
“So last time you were alone with me, you lost control of yourself.”
“No, I didn’t.” She turned away again and tried to move her chair away from his, but he was still holding her tight.
“You didn’t?” He reached out and slid the tip of his index finger across her lip.
Heat exploded through her body.
“No,” she said, “I didn’t. Not even close.” It was a lie, of course. She’d wanted him so badly that she’d almost completely lost control of herself. But almost didn’t count.
“Okay,” he said easily, and just like that, the spell was broken. He stood up and moved back over to the stove, pulling out a frying pan and setting it down on one of the burners.
Kenley took a sip of her water and tried to calm herself down. Damn. She hated that it seemed like he was always getting the upper hand with her. But he was just so damn hot. And it wasn’t just his looks, either, although he was sexy as hell. It was his whole being, his whole vibe. He had this confidence about him that was such a turn on she almost couldn’t stand it.
“Okay?” she asked, trying to sound annoyed. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
“No, actually, it’s not.” He pulled a loaf of crusty French bread out of the breadbox and began slicing it into thick chunks. “I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?”
“Yeah.” He turned around and leaned against the stove. He looked relax and in control. “So you know how I had a meeting this morning at Expera?”
“Right,” she said. “And you said there was something that went on there that had to do with me. I’m assuming it’s something besides the fact that you tried to have sex with me last night because you thought I worked there?”
He grinned. “I was hoping you’d forget about that. Of course, I guess it was kind of unforgettable.” He winked at her and slung the dishtowel he was holding over his shoulder.
“Whatever,” she said. “So what’s the proposition?”
“Well.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter.
He looked like he was trying to figure out the best way to explain something to her.
“You really know nothing about baseball? You don’t watch it at all?”
“No,” she said. “Baseball’s boring.” It was true. She hated sports, but could handle watching basketball or football if she had to. But baseball. Ugh. It took way too long to get through. The games were so long that sometimes even the players seemed bored, standing there in the outfield, waiting for a ball to come their way. Kenley enjoyed needling Chad in this way, insulting his sport, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Well, my team, the Brooklyn Heat? We’re trying to rebuild our reputation.”
“Oh, imagine that,” she said, and held her hand to her chest in mock surprise.
“Your team has a bad reputation?”
“Anyway,” Chad said, ignoring her sarcasm, “when I went to that meeting this morning, the one with Expera, they were really interested in signing me up for an endorsement deal. But they had some concerns.” He dropped a pat of butter into the frying pan in front of him, and it slowly started to melt.
“So your reputation proceeded you,” Kenley said. She didn’t feel sorry for him.
What had he been expecting to happen? It was about time these athletes figured out that they couldn’t just get away with cavorting with random girls and getting into all kinds of nefarious situations. She didn’t know for sure that Chad did any of these things, of course. But she was willing to bet on it, especially after what had happened last night.
“Well, sort of.” Chad pulled his phone out
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