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against the contrast of the shirt. It fell just above mid-thigh on her, and the thought that she might still be bare and wet from their sex underneath it set off all kinds of lustful thoughts in his head. He set the stuff on the counter and wiped his palms on his jeans, mind going blank. What the hell was he doing? Bacon. Right.
“I’ll cook if you chop,” she said, her voice an octave lower than he remembered it.
Full lips even fuller than he remembered them. All from his kisses. He directed her to the skillet and utensils and tried to get his fucking thoughts together.
He’d been an idiot to take her up on her bet, but he’d have been a bigger idiot not to. At least, it had been easy to look at it that way at the time. Now, he had to think about going to work tomorrow and looking his boss in the eye. Shit.
What did it matter? It wasn’t as if anything would come of this. No one ever had to know. From what Brian had told him earlier today, she was a woman looking for a good time to get over a shitty ordeal. And he really had no problem being used, at least not in that capacity. They were a match made in a very brief heaven.
“So,” he said, positioning his knife over a tomato and mentally scrabbling for conversation, “a doctor, huh?”
“Looks that way.” She put the skillet on the stove and turned on the burner. He tried to imagine it, but he just couldn’t see her in scrubs. “After nursing for several years, I started to feel like I knew as much as any of the pediatricians I’ve ever worked for, so why not? And I love kids so much.”
“Well, that’s great. Good on you for following your dreams.”
One of her shoulders lifted nonchalantly. “I should have followed it fifteen years ago.”
Fifteen years ago, he was still in middle school. He chuckled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
“You just kinda…brought home our age difference.”
“Oh.” She laid a strip of bacon in the skillet, where it sizzled angrily. “I hate to even ask how old you are.”
“So don’t. I’ll tell you. I’m twenty-eight.”
She laughed out the word “Jesus,” giving it several more syllables than it contained. “Well, Ian, I hope you don’t mind being with an older woman.”
“As long as you don’t mind being with a younger man.”
“After tonight, I might rob the cradle from now on.”
He could damn sure say, for his part, he didn’t mind being robbed from the cradle. Not if she was the one doing the robbing. “I know I’m not supposed to ask…” he began, dangling the invitation for her to fess up.
She gave him a sultry glance over her shoulder. “So don’t. Only, I won’t tell you.”
“I’ll just find out from your brother,” he teased.
“He’ll want to know why you’re interested.”
“Maybe I’ll tell him.”
“ Right . As hard as I had to work to get you here because you’re so scared of him? I don’t think so.”
“I’m not scared of him, dammit, and I’ll let you in on a little secret. You really didn’t have to work that hard to get me here.”
“Well. It felt like I did.” He could hear the smile in her voice, and it was impossible not to answer it with one of his own.
“Sorry about that.”
“So then, why did you play so hard to get?” Gabby continued her task, laying a couple more pieces in the skillet. He finished the tomato and started on the lettuce in the time it took him to formulate an answer.
It was complicated. He’d only ten seconds ago had the thought that he didn’t care about being used…at least not for sex. On a deeper level, though, something inside him ached. He recalled sitting in the bar and feeling like he was the prey and she the predator. He’d spent too much of his life that way. He’d worked too hard to escape it all. Any little reminder could send him spinning back mentally, and that was the one thing he tried to avoid at all costs. The less he thought about his past, the better.
But a beautiful woman coming
“I’ll cook if you chop,” she said, her voice an octave lower than he remembered it.
Full lips even fuller than he remembered them. All from his kisses. He directed her to the skillet and utensils and tried to get his fucking thoughts together.
He’d been an idiot to take her up on her bet, but he’d have been a bigger idiot not to. At least, it had been easy to look at it that way at the time. Now, he had to think about going to work tomorrow and looking his boss in the eye. Shit.
What did it matter? It wasn’t as if anything would come of this. No one ever had to know. From what Brian had told him earlier today, she was a woman looking for a good time to get over a shitty ordeal. And he really had no problem being used, at least not in that capacity. They were a match made in a very brief heaven.
“So,” he said, positioning his knife over a tomato and mentally scrabbling for conversation, “a doctor, huh?”
“Looks that way.” She put the skillet on the stove and turned on the burner. He tried to imagine it, but he just couldn’t see her in scrubs. “After nursing for several years, I started to feel like I knew as much as any of the pediatricians I’ve ever worked for, so why not? And I love kids so much.”
“Well, that’s great. Good on you for following your dreams.”
One of her shoulders lifted nonchalantly. “I should have followed it fifteen years ago.”
Fifteen years ago, he was still in middle school. He chuckled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
“You just kinda…brought home our age difference.”
“Oh.” She laid a strip of bacon in the skillet, where it sizzled angrily. “I hate to even ask how old you are.”
“So don’t. I’ll tell you. I’m twenty-eight.”
She laughed out the word “Jesus,” giving it several more syllables than it contained. “Well, Ian, I hope you don’t mind being with an older woman.”
“As long as you don’t mind being with a younger man.”
“After tonight, I might rob the cradle from now on.”
He could damn sure say, for his part, he didn’t mind being robbed from the cradle. Not if she was the one doing the robbing. “I know I’m not supposed to ask…” he began, dangling the invitation for her to fess up.
She gave him a sultry glance over her shoulder. “So don’t. Only, I won’t tell you.”
“I’ll just find out from your brother,” he teased.
“He’ll want to know why you’re interested.”
“Maybe I’ll tell him.”
“ Right . As hard as I had to work to get you here because you’re so scared of him? I don’t think so.”
“I’m not scared of him, dammit, and I’ll let you in on a little secret. You really didn’t have to work that hard to get me here.”
“Well. It felt like I did.” He could hear the smile in her voice, and it was impossible not to answer it with one of his own.
“Sorry about that.”
“So then, why did you play so hard to get?” Gabby continued her task, laying a couple more pieces in the skillet. He finished the tomato and started on the lettuce in the time it took him to formulate an answer.
It was complicated. He’d only ten seconds ago had the thought that he didn’t care about being used…at least not for sex. On a deeper level, though, something inside him ached. He recalled sitting in the bar and feeling like he was the prey and she the predator. He’d spent too much of his life that way. He’d worked too hard to escape it all. Any little reminder could send him spinning back mentally, and that was the one thing he tried to avoid at all costs. The less he thought about his past, the better.
But a beautiful woman coming
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