she’d been sexed out.
At least that’s what she thought until Joe walked into the room with nothing but a white bath towel wrapped around his waist and a plate of bacon in his hand.
Just like that she melted. And then he smiled.
Oh Lord.
“Good mornin’.” His sexy twang had her heart doing little staccato flips. Well, the twang and the towel. And, Cordelia figured if she were honest, the bacon didn’t hurt.
She smiled back. “Good morning to you.”
He walked across the room looking for all the world like he owned the place. Cordelia watched as he set the plate on the table beside the bed and sat down next to her.
“I’ve got coffee going and there’s some toast too.”
Cordelia sat up and let the sheet drop as looked up to the ceiling in jest as she spoke. “The man cooks too. Does it get any better?”
He laughed. “You keep looking like that, darlin’, and we’ll see just how much better it can get.”
Oh Lord. And she thought she was sexed out. She licked her lips and tried to fake an innocent look. “Like what?”
He laughed and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Why don’t we make a date for later this evening and I can tell you all about that look. And then I can show you just what it is I’m talking about.”
Cordelia leaned back on the bed and reached for a piece of the bacon. “A date, hm? Why later?” Her stomach grumbled as she took a bite of the salty pork.
For a few seconds Joe watched her chew and Cordelia wondered if she’d ever be able to eat bacon the same way again.
Finally he answered. “I have to get home for at least a little while.”
She nodded. “Your sister?”
“I don’t know what she’s doing. But I do know she can’t stay.”
Cordelia shrugged. “You might let her at least try it.”
He shook his head. “No way. She’s not like you. This town would tear her up in no time. She’d probably meet someone like me.”
Cordelia closed her eyes and envisioned her top ten list of crazy mistakes. A move to Vegas might make the list. But meeting a man like him…huh-uh. No way. Notta.
“And that would be bad because…”
When he laughed Cordelia popped her eyes open to find his mouth very near hers. As he spoke, his breath whooshed across her cheek. “Because guys like me aren’t for girls like Taylor, darlin’.”
He brushed her lips with his tongue and Cordelia opened her mouth for a deeper kiss. She tasted minty toothpaste. Her minty toothpaste. His teeth were smooth and clean and she wished his sister had decided to declare her independence by joining the Army or moving to Brazil. Anything other than taking his mind off sex. Here. Now.
And she decided there was nothing as sexy as knowing the man you’d made love to all night long had used your toothpaste the next morning.
Oh man.
He pulled away and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead again. “Guys like me are for girls like you.”
Cordelia crossed her arms over her chest and enjoyed the way his eyes focused on her instant cleavage. Take that, you Neanderthal!
“Girls like me?”
“Don’t go getting all caught up in semantics. You know what I mean.”
She shook her head. “Why don’t you do a little more explaining,” She paused before adding one last word. “darlin’.”
“I mean Taylor’s interested in love and commitment. That’s just the way it’s done back home. And she’ll expect marriage. But most guys I know aren’t interested in that. At least not yet.”
As Cordelia listened to him talk, she knew she should be happy. She’d completely fooled him. Irene’s daring red dress had set the stage and the rest had simply worked.
He was right. She’d carefully packaged herself in a sexy sort of semantics.
But she wasn’t happy. Not a bit.
Not because he saw her as some fling, she told herself. That was a good thing. But because he was doing to his sister what people back home had been doing to her for years. No wonder the poor girl had run away.
And
At least that’s what she thought until Joe walked into the room with nothing but a white bath towel wrapped around his waist and a plate of bacon in his hand.
Just like that she melted. And then he smiled.
Oh Lord.
“Good mornin’.” His sexy twang had her heart doing little staccato flips. Well, the twang and the towel. And, Cordelia figured if she were honest, the bacon didn’t hurt.
She smiled back. “Good morning to you.”
He walked across the room looking for all the world like he owned the place. Cordelia watched as he set the plate on the table beside the bed and sat down next to her.
“I’ve got coffee going and there’s some toast too.”
Cordelia sat up and let the sheet drop as looked up to the ceiling in jest as she spoke. “The man cooks too. Does it get any better?”
He laughed. “You keep looking like that, darlin’, and we’ll see just how much better it can get.”
Oh Lord. And she thought she was sexed out. She licked her lips and tried to fake an innocent look. “Like what?”
He laughed and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Why don’t we make a date for later this evening and I can tell you all about that look. And then I can show you just what it is I’m talking about.”
Cordelia leaned back on the bed and reached for a piece of the bacon. “A date, hm? Why later?” Her stomach grumbled as she took a bite of the salty pork.
For a few seconds Joe watched her chew and Cordelia wondered if she’d ever be able to eat bacon the same way again.
Finally he answered. “I have to get home for at least a little while.”
She nodded. “Your sister?”
“I don’t know what she’s doing. But I do know she can’t stay.”
Cordelia shrugged. “You might let her at least try it.”
He shook his head. “No way. She’s not like you. This town would tear her up in no time. She’d probably meet someone like me.”
Cordelia closed her eyes and envisioned her top ten list of crazy mistakes. A move to Vegas might make the list. But meeting a man like him…huh-uh. No way. Notta.
“And that would be bad because…”
When he laughed Cordelia popped her eyes open to find his mouth very near hers. As he spoke, his breath whooshed across her cheek. “Because guys like me aren’t for girls like Taylor, darlin’.”
He brushed her lips with his tongue and Cordelia opened her mouth for a deeper kiss. She tasted minty toothpaste. Her minty toothpaste. His teeth were smooth and clean and she wished his sister had decided to declare her independence by joining the Army or moving to Brazil. Anything other than taking his mind off sex. Here. Now.
And she decided there was nothing as sexy as knowing the man you’d made love to all night long had used your toothpaste the next morning.
Oh man.
He pulled away and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead again. “Guys like me are for girls like you.”
Cordelia crossed her arms over her chest and enjoyed the way his eyes focused on her instant cleavage. Take that, you Neanderthal!
“Girls like me?”
“Don’t go getting all caught up in semantics. You know what I mean.”
She shook her head. “Why don’t you do a little more explaining,” She paused before adding one last word. “darlin’.”
“I mean Taylor’s interested in love and commitment. That’s just the way it’s done back home. And she’ll expect marriage. But most guys I know aren’t interested in that. At least not yet.”
As Cordelia listened to him talk, she knew she should be happy. She’d completely fooled him. Irene’s daring red dress had set the stage and the rest had simply worked.
He was right. She’d carefully packaged herself in a sexy sort of semantics.
But she wasn’t happy. Not a bit.
Not because he saw her as some fling, she told herself. That was a good thing. But because he was doing to his sister what people back home had been doing to her for years. No wonder the poor girl had run away.
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