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Authors: Kate Fargo
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Imagine having this, what we had on the weekend, imagine having that in your life everyday-”
“Having bears and caves in my life everyday?” She laughed, feeling the tension ease between them.
“I’m falling for you, Isabel. I think you might feel the same.”
“No… no. It’s not real. What we have is just… good sex. And a lot of dressed up notions of romance and fantasy so we’ll feel better about the sex.”
“Speak for yourself. That may be a woman’s way to survive, but it’s not mine. I-am-falling-for-you.” Tray accented each word, slowly piling them up into an unfortunate accident that Isabel wanted to pull her eyes away from.
She rose and grabbed her handbag. “Not going to happen. It was nice meeting you, we had fun, but let’s leave it there.”
She strode out of the restaurant, vaguely aware of Tray throwing money on the table behind her. As she hit the street, she realized a taxi might be hard to come by but she didn’t want to go back inside to use the phone. She dug through her handbag, fished out her cell and started punching in the numbers.
Tray grabbed her arm and stepped in front of her. “You don’t need a taxi, Isabel. Let me drive you home.”
“It’s fine. I can get home on my own.”
“Of course you can, but I’ll be happy to drive you.”
“I can get there myself,” she cried, pulling her arm free and waving frantically at the taxi in the outside lane.
“Don’t leave like this, Isabel. Please…”
“It’s fine, Tray. Just leave it.” She stepped into the taxi, as he held the door open for her.
She gave the driver the address and Tray leaned down close to her face before closing the door. As the driver pulled away from the curb, his last words were still ringing in her ears.
“You may be a great sex therapist, Dr. Chapel – but you know squat about life.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
You know squat about life. The words continued to ring in Tray’s head as he tossed and turned through the night. What the hell had he been thinking?
He’d been angry and hurt, but could kick himself for being so blunt with Isabel. It was true though, that for such a smart woman, she did seem remarkably obtuse about life.
It hadn’t been his intention to deceive her about his age, but sometimes lying could be the absence of truth. She hadn’t asked, and he’d let her believe what she wanted to believe. More than that, he knew, he had played into what she wanted to believe.
He kicked back the covers and paced his tiny studio apartment. Four-thirty. He knew sleep would not come this night, he might as well get up and try to do something productive. Anything to take his mind off their disastrous parting.
He’d promised not to get emotionally involved, and then, in the heat of the moment, over dinner, he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.
He wasn’t sorry. It had been time to speak his truth.
Just his luck to be falling for a woman who was determined not to get involved. He could name ten women who would be happy to fall into relationship with him at the drop of a hat. But where was the fun in that?
Isabel was exactly the kind of woman he needed in his life. He couldn’t lose her now. Smart, funny, sexy. He felt a stir in his groin as he remembered their last love-making session.
Taking charge had taken him out of his comfort zone but there’d been no other way. Isabel had to see him as other than an inexperienced school boy. Her moans of ecstasy echoed in his head and pulled at the desire growing in him. He knew, in the deepest fiber of his being, that he’d succeeded. Now she would see him as a man, a lover, an equal worthy of her respect.
Except she didn’t. She’d reacted in a way that he hadn’t anticipated at all. He prided himself on being a good chess player and always being a move or two ahead, but in this case he hadn’t seen her reaction coming at all.
Maybe he’d never understand women. He shook his head sharply. No, he
“Having bears and caves in my life everyday?” She laughed, feeling the tension ease between them.
“I’m falling for you, Isabel. I think you might feel the same.”
“No… no. It’s not real. What we have is just… good sex. And a lot of dressed up notions of romance and fantasy so we’ll feel better about the sex.”
“Speak for yourself. That may be a woman’s way to survive, but it’s not mine. I-am-falling-for-you.” Tray accented each word, slowly piling them up into an unfortunate accident that Isabel wanted to pull her eyes away from.
She rose and grabbed her handbag. “Not going to happen. It was nice meeting you, we had fun, but let’s leave it there.”
She strode out of the restaurant, vaguely aware of Tray throwing money on the table behind her. As she hit the street, she realized a taxi might be hard to come by but she didn’t want to go back inside to use the phone. She dug through her handbag, fished out her cell and started punching in the numbers.
Tray grabbed her arm and stepped in front of her. “You don’t need a taxi, Isabel. Let me drive you home.”
“It’s fine. I can get home on my own.”
“Of course you can, but I’ll be happy to drive you.”
“I can get there myself,” she cried, pulling her arm free and waving frantically at the taxi in the outside lane.
“Don’t leave like this, Isabel. Please…”
“It’s fine, Tray. Just leave it.” She stepped into the taxi, as he held the door open for her.
She gave the driver the address and Tray leaned down close to her face before closing the door. As the driver pulled away from the curb, his last words were still ringing in her ears.
“You may be a great sex therapist, Dr. Chapel – but you know squat about life.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
You know squat about life. The words continued to ring in Tray’s head as he tossed and turned through the night. What the hell had he been thinking?
He’d been angry and hurt, but could kick himself for being so blunt with Isabel. It was true though, that for such a smart woman, she did seem remarkably obtuse about life.
It hadn’t been his intention to deceive her about his age, but sometimes lying could be the absence of truth. She hadn’t asked, and he’d let her believe what she wanted to believe. More than that, he knew, he had played into what she wanted to believe.
He kicked back the covers and paced his tiny studio apartment. Four-thirty. He knew sleep would not come this night, he might as well get up and try to do something productive. Anything to take his mind off their disastrous parting.
He’d promised not to get emotionally involved, and then, in the heat of the moment, over dinner, he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.
He wasn’t sorry. It had been time to speak his truth.
Just his luck to be falling for a woman who was determined not to get involved. He could name ten women who would be happy to fall into relationship with him at the drop of a hat. But where was the fun in that?
Isabel was exactly the kind of woman he needed in his life. He couldn’t lose her now. Smart, funny, sexy. He felt a stir in his groin as he remembered their last love-making session.
Taking charge had taken him out of his comfort zone but there’d been no other way. Isabel had to see him as other than an inexperienced school boy. Her moans of ecstasy echoed in his head and pulled at the desire growing in him. He knew, in the deepest fiber of his being, that he’d succeeded. Now she would see him as a man, a lover, an equal worthy of her respect.
Except she didn’t. She’d reacted in a way that he hadn’t anticipated at all. He prided himself on being a good chess player and always being a move or two ahead, but in this case he hadn’t seen her reaction coming at all.
Maybe he’d never understand women. He shook his head sharply. No, he
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