confided.
Patrick tilted his head. “How do you know that?”
“I asked him.”
“You asked him?”
“If your computer crashes, what’s the first thing you’re asked?”
“If it was backed up,” he said slowly.
“So,” I explained, “he shows me half of a flash drive and the first thing out of my mouth was…?”
“Do you have a back-up?” Patrick grinned. “Brilliant!
He looked so happy I couldn’t help myself. Standing on tiptoe I pressed my lips to his.
He froze for a moment, caught off-guard by my move. I stopped breathing when I thought he might push me away, but then he deepened the kiss, his tongue searching for mine. Teasing. Dancing.
He groaned as he rested my hands against him to steady myself.
“Bad idea!” God yelled from the other room.
It might have been, but in that moment I just didn’t care.
Chapter Ten
Especially when he slipped his arms around me and pulled me closer. So close I could feel the steady beat of his heart. So close that my breasts were crushed to his chest. So close that I could feel his desire for me. I was burning and melting simultaneously.
Lost in the sensations, I was barely aware of a distant thudding impinging on my consciousness.
Patrick yanked his mouth from mine, putting distance between our bodies. “I’ve got to get the door.”
I stared at him dumbly, my body still overriding my mind.
“Room service!” Someone called from the other side of the door.
“Wait in the bathroom,” Patrick said, spinning me around and giving me a gentle shove in that direction.
I stumbled away on traitorously weak legs, locking myself in with the lizard as Patrick opened the outer door and dealt with the delivery.
“What are you doing, Margaret?” God asked. His use of “Margaret” signaled his disapproval.
“Mind your own business,” I whispered.
“This is a mistake.”
“It is not.”
“Is too.”
I listened to Patrick’s voice rumbling through the wall. “It’s my mistake to make. Why can’t I have what I want for once?”
God shook his head. “You’re tired. You haven’t eaten. You had a stressful night. Now is not the time to be making this kind of decision. You’re not thinking straight.”
“All clear, Mags,” Patrick said from the other side of the bathroom door.
“One sec,” I called.
“Don’t do it,” God said gently. “Not this way.”
Ignoring him, I pasted on my most seductive smile and stepped out of the room.
Patrick was lying in bed, watching the television intently. A baseball game was on.
Plates of food lined the center of the bed.
“I didn’t know what you’d want,” the redhead said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Help yourself.”
I glared at him, not knowing why he was suddenly giving me the cold shoulder. Maybe kissing him had been a mistake after all.
“What are you watching?” I asked climbing onto the other side of the bed and picking up half of a grilled cheese sandwich.
“1999 World Series.”
Nothing destroys a woman’s ego faster than knowing the guy she wants to get busy with is more interested in watching a repeat of an old sporting event.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee being brewed.
Disoriented, I bolted upright and found myself tangled in a blanket. I looked around wildly, trying to figure out where I was.
Patrick sat in a chair by the window, watching me flailing like a seal caught in a fisherman’s net. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I muttered before I remembered I was pissed at him for rejecting me the night before.
I didn’t remember getting under a blanket, and I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did remember him giving me the brush-off. I glared at him.
His expression was impossible to read as he stared at me. “Armani’s… companion left about fifteen minutes ago, so it should be safe for you to go back to your room.”
“Trying to get rid of me?” I groused.
“We need to talk about what happened last
Patrick tilted his head. “How do you know that?”
“I asked him.”
“You asked him?”
“If your computer crashes, what’s the first thing you’re asked?”
“If it was backed up,” he said slowly.
“So,” I explained, “he shows me half of a flash drive and the first thing out of my mouth was…?”
“Do you have a back-up?” Patrick grinned. “Brilliant!
He looked so happy I couldn’t help myself. Standing on tiptoe I pressed my lips to his.
He froze for a moment, caught off-guard by my move. I stopped breathing when I thought he might push me away, but then he deepened the kiss, his tongue searching for mine. Teasing. Dancing.
He groaned as he rested my hands against him to steady myself.
“Bad idea!” God yelled from the other room.
It might have been, but in that moment I just didn’t care.
Chapter Ten
Especially when he slipped his arms around me and pulled me closer. So close I could feel the steady beat of his heart. So close that my breasts were crushed to his chest. So close that I could feel his desire for me. I was burning and melting simultaneously.
Lost in the sensations, I was barely aware of a distant thudding impinging on my consciousness.
Patrick yanked his mouth from mine, putting distance between our bodies. “I’ve got to get the door.”
I stared at him dumbly, my body still overriding my mind.
“Room service!” Someone called from the other side of the door.
“Wait in the bathroom,” Patrick said, spinning me around and giving me a gentle shove in that direction.
I stumbled away on traitorously weak legs, locking myself in with the lizard as Patrick opened the outer door and dealt with the delivery.
“What are you doing, Margaret?” God asked. His use of “Margaret” signaled his disapproval.
“Mind your own business,” I whispered.
“This is a mistake.”
“It is not.”
“Is too.”
I listened to Patrick’s voice rumbling through the wall. “It’s my mistake to make. Why can’t I have what I want for once?”
God shook his head. “You’re tired. You haven’t eaten. You had a stressful night. Now is not the time to be making this kind of decision. You’re not thinking straight.”
“All clear, Mags,” Patrick said from the other side of the bathroom door.
“One sec,” I called.
“Don’t do it,” God said gently. “Not this way.”
Ignoring him, I pasted on my most seductive smile and stepped out of the room.
Patrick was lying in bed, watching the television intently. A baseball game was on.
Plates of food lined the center of the bed.
“I didn’t know what you’d want,” the redhead said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Help yourself.”
I glared at him, not knowing why he was suddenly giving me the cold shoulder. Maybe kissing him had been a mistake after all.
“What are you watching?” I asked climbing onto the other side of the bed and picking up half of a grilled cheese sandwich.
“1999 World Series.”
Nothing destroys a woman’s ego faster than knowing the guy she wants to get busy with is more interested in watching a repeat of an old sporting event.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee being brewed.
Disoriented, I bolted upright and found myself tangled in a blanket. I looked around wildly, trying to figure out where I was.
Patrick sat in a chair by the window, watching me flailing like a seal caught in a fisherman’s net. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I muttered before I remembered I was pissed at him for rejecting me the night before.
I didn’t remember getting under a blanket, and I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did remember him giving me the brush-off. I glared at him.
His expression was impossible to read as he stared at me. “Armani’s… companion left about fifteen minutes ago, so it should be safe for you to go back to your room.”
“Trying to get rid of me?” I groused.
“We need to talk about what happened last
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