on in just a few minutes.”
“Night, Sydney. Don’t worry, I’ll feed the horses in the morning,” Jake said.
Sydney stepped into the trailer and saw that Scott had put her overnight bag on the couch. She managed to find a long t-shirt and some track shorts she’d thrown inside and headed for the closet-sized compartment that housed a toilet and small area to change her clothes. She had just stripped off her jeans when she heard the trailer door open and close. She quickly changed shirts and gathered her dirty clothes. As she stepped from the bathroom, she saw Scott standing by the couch, bare-chested, removing his belt.
Sydney’s jaw dropped. A blush flooded her face as heat spread throughout her entire body. Her legs felt like liquid, and she was shocked that they could still hold her upright. “What are you doing?” she asked, when she was finally able to speak.
“Changing,” he answered, as if it should be obvious. “Why? Is there a problem?”
“Yes,” she answered, trying to keep her eyes focused on his face and not on the bronzed skin of his chest and abdomen, which rippled as he turned toward her.
Realization of her discomfort suddenly dawned in his eyes, but rather than salvage her humility, he pressed her boundaries of decency. “You don’t get any special treatment, princess,” he began, taking a step closer. “We are sharing this trailer tonight.”
Sydney stepped backward, her heel hitting the stairs going toward the only bed. She glanced over her shoulder: a queen size bed. Of course , she thought. “Then I hope you have someplace else to sleep.”
Scott took another step toward her until she had nowhere to go but into the doorway of the bedroom. He placed a hand on the door frame on either side of her shoulders and leaned close so that her eyes had no choice but to meet his. She willed herself to ignore the apprehension creeping upon her and tried to appear bored, a sharp contrast to the dark desire she could read in his intense gaze.
“What’s wrong, Sydney?” His voice was husky, seductive. “Didn’t you want to start over?” His mouth was barely a breath from hers and she fought to not give in to his kiss. “Don’t you want a repeat of the last evening we spent together?”
Sydney’s cheeks blazed as she saw past his seduction. Why did everything have to be a test with him? Was everything a game? Scott pushed himself away and she mentally grasped the rejection with both hands, using it to fuel her anger and push the yearning he’d stirred up aside.
“I’m sleeping on the couch.” He sounded as if the thought of being any closer disgusted him. “I’ve never had to force my way into a woman’s bed.” He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “But I’m not sure force would be necessary now, would it?”
“You horse’s—” she mumbled, walking into the bedroom.
“So I’ve been told,” he interrupted.
Sydney slammed the screen that separated the bedroom from the rest of the trailer. Trying to control her racing pulse, she took several deep breaths before she walked over to the bed and grabbed the comforter and pillow. She slid the screen back and stormed to the couch.
“Here!” She threw the pillow at him, only somewhat mollified when it hit his face with a soft thump. “I wouldn’t want you to complain you’re cold and try to make your way to the bed after all.”
She almost laughed at him trying to dig his way out of the blanket tangled around him. “How very kind of you, Your Highness,” he mocked.
“Go to hell.”
“I’ll meet you there,” he said, rolling onto his side and turned his back toward her.
“You are the most arrogant, conceited ass I have ever had the misfortune to meet,” she raged, assuring herself that if her mother had ever had to deal with Scott Chandler on a regular basis, she wouldn’t think cursing was unladylike.
Scott’s laughter reverberated in the small trailer. “Sweetheart, you need to get out
“Night, Sydney. Don’t worry, I’ll feed the horses in the morning,” Jake said.
Sydney stepped into the trailer and saw that Scott had put her overnight bag on the couch. She managed to find a long t-shirt and some track shorts she’d thrown inside and headed for the closet-sized compartment that housed a toilet and small area to change her clothes. She had just stripped off her jeans when she heard the trailer door open and close. She quickly changed shirts and gathered her dirty clothes. As she stepped from the bathroom, she saw Scott standing by the couch, bare-chested, removing his belt.
Sydney’s jaw dropped. A blush flooded her face as heat spread throughout her entire body. Her legs felt like liquid, and she was shocked that they could still hold her upright. “What are you doing?” she asked, when she was finally able to speak.
“Changing,” he answered, as if it should be obvious. “Why? Is there a problem?”
“Yes,” she answered, trying to keep her eyes focused on his face and not on the bronzed skin of his chest and abdomen, which rippled as he turned toward her.
Realization of her discomfort suddenly dawned in his eyes, but rather than salvage her humility, he pressed her boundaries of decency. “You don’t get any special treatment, princess,” he began, taking a step closer. “We are sharing this trailer tonight.”
Sydney stepped backward, her heel hitting the stairs going toward the only bed. She glanced over her shoulder: a queen size bed. Of course , she thought. “Then I hope you have someplace else to sleep.”
Scott took another step toward her until she had nowhere to go but into the doorway of the bedroom. He placed a hand on the door frame on either side of her shoulders and leaned close so that her eyes had no choice but to meet his. She willed herself to ignore the apprehension creeping upon her and tried to appear bored, a sharp contrast to the dark desire she could read in his intense gaze.
“What’s wrong, Sydney?” His voice was husky, seductive. “Didn’t you want to start over?” His mouth was barely a breath from hers and she fought to not give in to his kiss. “Don’t you want a repeat of the last evening we spent together?”
Sydney’s cheeks blazed as she saw past his seduction. Why did everything have to be a test with him? Was everything a game? Scott pushed himself away and she mentally grasped the rejection with both hands, using it to fuel her anger and push the yearning he’d stirred up aside.
“I’m sleeping on the couch.” He sounded as if the thought of being any closer disgusted him. “I’ve never had to force my way into a woman’s bed.” He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “But I’m not sure force would be necessary now, would it?”
“You horse’s—” she mumbled, walking into the bedroom.
“So I’ve been told,” he interrupted.
Sydney slammed the screen that separated the bedroom from the rest of the trailer. Trying to control her racing pulse, she took several deep breaths before she walked over to the bed and grabbed the comforter and pillow. She slid the screen back and stormed to the couch.
“Here!” She threw the pillow at him, only somewhat mollified when it hit his face with a soft thump. “I wouldn’t want you to complain you’re cold and try to make your way to the bed after all.”
She almost laughed at him trying to dig his way out of the blanket tangled around him. “How very kind of you, Your Highness,” he mocked.
“Go to hell.”
“I’ll meet you there,” he said, rolling onto his side and turned his back toward her.
“You are the most arrogant, conceited ass I have ever had the misfortune to meet,” she raged, assuring herself that if her mother had ever had to deal with Scott Chandler on a regular basis, she wouldn’t think cursing was unladylike.
Scott’s laughter reverberated in the small trailer. “Sweetheart, you need to get out
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