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Authors: Shoshanna Evers
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gargantuan yourself, Big Bad Bill, so if the moose was even bigger, that’s scary.”
He put his arm around her shoulders in an unexpected display of affection. “See, I like how it sounds when you say it.”
She smiled up at him, not wanting him to move his arm away. If felt too good to be close to him. “Big, Bad, Bill…” she whispered, teasing.
“Little, Good, Allie,” he whispered back, his face close to hers.
This was what she loved, just talking with him, back and forth, no fighting, no agenda. When he wasn’t actively trying to be mean to keep his distance, he was a really great guy.
“You’re…too pretty,” he said, his voice low.
His lips pressed against hers, so warm, so soft. The stubble on his face rubbed against her skin, the sharpness of it contrasting with the gentleness of his kiss.
“No I’m not,” she said against his lips. “But…thank you.”
“You are,” he murmured, his kiss deepening.
The beautiful landscape around them, the mountains, the evergreens, the cabin and the chickens — it all disappeared. The only thing she could see was him, his handsome face, the taste of him. He pulled her against him possessively, running his hands over her curves on the outside of her clothing, exploring.
“Is it a bad idea, me sleeping here?” she asked.
It would be so counterproductive to her ambitions if she slept with him, as much as she wanted to. There was no way she’d be able to separate her feelings from the sex, and considering he was her partner in the bar, getting her heart broken again only a year after her husband left her — she couldn’t let that happen. Any relationship trouble they’d experience if they became a couple could adversely affect their business.
And that bar — it was her salvation.
“We have to stop,” she said. Gently, she put her hand on his chest and pressed.
If he hadn’t agreed to move away, he wouldn’t have budged. Pushing against him was like trying to move a mountain. But Bill was a gentleman, and stopped immediately.
“I’m sorry, Allie,” he said, concern flitting through his gray eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You didn’t ‘do’ anything ‘to me,’” she corrected. “We kissed. I was here too, and I wanted it. But it doesn’t matter how much we want it, we have to put the business first.”
“Right,” he said. He pulled his arm off of her, and gestured toward the house. “The bar comes first.”
He led the way up to his front door, and glanced back at his vegetable garden. “I had to stand there like a fool waitin’ for that moose to finish up eatin’ my tomatoes.” He laughed.
“Tallest plant, easy pickin’s,” Allie said, mimicking some of his accent with a smile.
She shook her hands. as if to dispel the sexual tension they’d built between them. Don’t think about doing that again . For all she knew, he was just trying to distract her from the fact that he’d let her apartment and bar go to hell. That she was only there at his house in the first place, because he had royally screwed her over.
Or maybe she only heard what she wanted to hear — that she could live in the apartment right away.
Bill pushed open his unlocked front door — apparently locking up after himself was a foreign concept — and gestured her inside.
The interior of the cabin was warm and homey. From the entranceway, she could see the entire house, even the little kitchen off to the right. It was so small she couldn’t imagine more than one person cooking in it at any time. An open area consisted of the living room and dining area, and what appeared to be bedrooms down a little hall.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Built it with my own hands,” he said, and smiled. Then, “Well, the guys helped quite a bit, too.”
His teeth were white and straight, and his whole face brightened without his permanent scowl. She needed to get him to smile more often. It certainly would
He put his arm around her shoulders in an unexpected display of affection. “See, I like how it sounds when you say it.”
She smiled up at him, not wanting him to move his arm away. If felt too good to be close to him. “Big, Bad, Bill…” she whispered, teasing.
“Little, Good, Allie,” he whispered back, his face close to hers.
This was what she loved, just talking with him, back and forth, no fighting, no agenda. When he wasn’t actively trying to be mean to keep his distance, he was a really great guy.
“You’re…too pretty,” he said, his voice low.
His lips pressed against hers, so warm, so soft. The stubble on his face rubbed against her skin, the sharpness of it contrasting with the gentleness of his kiss.
“No I’m not,” she said against his lips. “But…thank you.”
“You are,” he murmured, his kiss deepening.
The beautiful landscape around them, the mountains, the evergreens, the cabin and the chickens — it all disappeared. The only thing she could see was him, his handsome face, the taste of him. He pulled her against him possessively, running his hands over her curves on the outside of her clothing, exploring.
“Is it a bad idea, me sleeping here?” she asked.
It would be so counterproductive to her ambitions if she slept with him, as much as she wanted to. There was no way she’d be able to separate her feelings from the sex, and considering he was her partner in the bar, getting her heart broken again only a year after her husband left her — she couldn’t let that happen. Any relationship trouble they’d experience if they became a couple could adversely affect their business.
And that bar — it was her salvation.
“We have to stop,” she said. Gently, she put her hand on his chest and pressed.
If he hadn’t agreed to move away, he wouldn’t have budged. Pushing against him was like trying to move a mountain. But Bill was a gentleman, and stopped immediately.
“I’m sorry, Allie,” he said, concern flitting through his gray eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You didn’t ‘do’ anything ‘to me,’” she corrected. “We kissed. I was here too, and I wanted it. But it doesn’t matter how much we want it, we have to put the business first.”
“Right,” he said. He pulled his arm off of her, and gestured toward the house. “The bar comes first.”
He led the way up to his front door, and glanced back at his vegetable garden. “I had to stand there like a fool waitin’ for that moose to finish up eatin’ my tomatoes.” He laughed.
“Tallest plant, easy pickin’s,” Allie said, mimicking some of his accent with a smile.
She shook her hands. as if to dispel the sexual tension they’d built between them. Don’t think about doing that again . For all she knew, he was just trying to distract her from the fact that he’d let her apartment and bar go to hell. That she was only there at his house in the first place, because he had royally screwed her over.
Or maybe she only heard what she wanted to hear — that she could live in the apartment right away.
Bill pushed open his unlocked front door — apparently locking up after himself was a foreign concept — and gestured her inside.
The interior of the cabin was warm and homey. From the entranceway, she could see the entire house, even the little kitchen off to the right. It was so small she couldn’t imagine more than one person cooking in it at any time. An open area consisted of the living room and dining area, and what appeared to be bedrooms down a little hall.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Built it with my own hands,” he said, and smiled. Then, “Well, the guys helped quite a bit, too.”
His teeth were white and straight, and his whole face brightened without his permanent scowl. She needed to get him to smile more often. It certainly would
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