the well with the twenty others.
“Was I that obvious?”
A faint smile played across her pretty face. “Just a tad. You scowled at every guy who ordered a drink from me.”
“Not every one.” He grabbed one of the tip jars off the ledge and emptied it onto the bar.
She laughed and the silvery sound was like a caress over his entire body. “Just about.” Before he could respond, she continued. “Listen, I know you said you were going to follow me home, and—”
“It’s not up for discussion Izzy so forget any argument you’ve rehearsed.” Now he knew he had his work cut out for him. If she didn’t want him following her home, it was going to take some finesse to convince her to let him stay.
Her dark eyebrows rose slightly. “Oh, I was actually going to ask if you might stay at my place for a little while…just until I feel safe.”
Izzy wasn’t a very good liar, and he’d venture to guess she was a terrible poker player. She was up to something. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what it was though.
Or maybe he did.
Sighing, he joined her as they started the nightly ritual of closing down the bar. The kitchen staff silently worked in the back, shutting down the ovens, while the servers bussed and cleaned their tables. Normally it was relatively quiet after work, but tonight there wasn’t even a slight buzz. No one was bitching about cheap customers or planning their week. Other than the muted sounds of the dishwasher, tonight it was deathly quiet. Everyone knew there was a predator lurking around and the feeling of safety one got from living in a small town had vanished.
Izzy luxuriated under the powerful stream of her shower jets as they pulsed and cascaded over her naked body. Adam sat out in her living room, waiting for her. Of course, he didn’t know what she had planned or he might not have agreed to stay over.
He might want to protect her, but he was also going to pleasure her. And vice versa. For most of her life she’d played things safe. With the exception of going against her father’s wishes and moving down to Florida for a few months, she’d always done what was expected of her.
Not tonight. Nope, tonight, she was doing exactly what she wanted. Adam might try to deny it, but she could tell how much he wanted her. Every time she looked into his eyes, his lust mirrored her own.
If he was feeling guilty over leaving soon, she’d let him know he had nothing to feel bad about. Running the sudsy loofah over her breasts and stomach, she imagined what Adam’s hands and mouth would feel like on her body.
Her thoughts and the rough, netted texture aroused her so much she switched the water to cold. The icy rush cooled her body, but did little to quell her raging insides.
After slathering on lotion and blow drying the dampness out of her hair, she slipped on a matching pink-and-white camisole set. The bottoms were short, but not so short it was completely obvious what she intended. If he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him, she had to hold on to some of her pride.
She took a few deep breaths, then opened her bedroom door. Adam was stretched out on her couch wearing lounge pants and a T-shirt. He still hadn’t noticed her presence so she cleared her throat. “Where did you get clothes?”
Pushing up, he moved over so she could sit next to him. “I always have a small bag packed in my truck.” With a heated look, his eyes roved over her body with blatant appreciation, giving her a boost of confidence.
Before she could blink, the look was gone and the unreadable expression was back in place. She inwardly sighed. “Want a drink?” When he shook his head, she took a seat on the other end of the couch. Feeling inexplicably nervous, she tucked one foot beneath her and decided to forge ahead. “Listen, about what happened today—”
“Izzy, that kiss was a mistake.”
“Why, because you’re leaving?” Please let that be the only reason.
He rubbed a hand over his
“Was I that obvious?”
A faint smile played across her pretty face. “Just a tad. You scowled at every guy who ordered a drink from me.”
“Not every one.” He grabbed one of the tip jars off the ledge and emptied it onto the bar.
She laughed and the silvery sound was like a caress over his entire body. “Just about.” Before he could respond, she continued. “Listen, I know you said you were going to follow me home, and—”
“It’s not up for discussion Izzy so forget any argument you’ve rehearsed.” Now he knew he had his work cut out for him. If she didn’t want him following her home, it was going to take some finesse to convince her to let him stay.
Her dark eyebrows rose slightly. “Oh, I was actually going to ask if you might stay at my place for a little while…just until I feel safe.”
Izzy wasn’t a very good liar, and he’d venture to guess she was a terrible poker player. She was up to something. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what it was though.
Or maybe he did.
Sighing, he joined her as they started the nightly ritual of closing down the bar. The kitchen staff silently worked in the back, shutting down the ovens, while the servers bussed and cleaned their tables. Normally it was relatively quiet after work, but tonight there wasn’t even a slight buzz. No one was bitching about cheap customers or planning their week. Other than the muted sounds of the dishwasher, tonight it was deathly quiet. Everyone knew there was a predator lurking around and the feeling of safety one got from living in a small town had vanished.
Izzy luxuriated under the powerful stream of her shower jets as they pulsed and cascaded over her naked body. Adam sat out in her living room, waiting for her. Of course, he didn’t know what she had planned or he might not have agreed to stay over.
He might want to protect her, but he was also going to pleasure her. And vice versa. For most of her life she’d played things safe. With the exception of going against her father’s wishes and moving down to Florida for a few months, she’d always done what was expected of her.
Not tonight. Nope, tonight, she was doing exactly what she wanted. Adam might try to deny it, but she could tell how much he wanted her. Every time she looked into his eyes, his lust mirrored her own.
If he was feeling guilty over leaving soon, she’d let him know he had nothing to feel bad about. Running the sudsy loofah over her breasts and stomach, she imagined what Adam’s hands and mouth would feel like on her body.
Her thoughts and the rough, netted texture aroused her so much she switched the water to cold. The icy rush cooled her body, but did little to quell her raging insides.
After slathering on lotion and blow drying the dampness out of her hair, she slipped on a matching pink-and-white camisole set. The bottoms were short, but not so short it was completely obvious what she intended. If he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him, she had to hold on to some of her pride.
She took a few deep breaths, then opened her bedroom door. Adam was stretched out on her couch wearing lounge pants and a T-shirt. He still hadn’t noticed her presence so she cleared her throat. “Where did you get clothes?”
Pushing up, he moved over so she could sit next to him. “I always have a small bag packed in my truck.” With a heated look, his eyes roved over her body with blatant appreciation, giving her a boost of confidence.
Before she could blink, the look was gone and the unreadable expression was back in place. She inwardly sighed. “Want a drink?” When he shook his head, she took a seat on the other end of the couch. Feeling inexplicably nervous, she tucked one foot beneath her and decided to forge ahead. “Listen, about what happened today—”
“Izzy, that kiss was a mistake.”
“Why, because you’re leaving?” Please let that be the only reason.
He rubbed a hand over his
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