everything have to be a battle with you?
Could you please allow me this one common courtesy?”
“Okay, but it's really not necessary. It's not
like this is a date or anything.”
“It's not? Ouch, that’s another blow to my ego!”
She smirked. “I have a feeling your ego will
recover.”
Once again they had made the dramatic shift from
animosity to amiability. Her emotions were constantly going from one extreme
to another, and she never knew what was coming next. “Don’t you have some
innocent people to harass?”
He laughed at her question and his rebuttal came with
ease, “Are you insulting me or my employer Ms. Simmons?”
She appeared to contemplate this as she replied,
“Hmmn, I think both.”
“Well, I guess that's fair. So should we get a
cab to your hotel?”
“Please, but you have to hail it. I hate
standing on the edge of the sidewalk whistling. I never did get the hang
of that.”
Donovan easily hailed a cab. After the cab
pulled up to the curb they slid into the backseat together.
“Where to?” The driver asked. Donovan leaned forward
and gave him the name of the hotel.
“I don’t remember telling you where I was staying.”
Alaina remarked.
“You must have. How else would I have known?”
Alaina shrugged, thinking she must have mentioned it
and forgotten. She leaned back in her seat trying to ignore the fact that
their legs and shoulders were touching in the cramped quarters of the
taxi. She could feel the warmth of his body penetrating her own.
She turned her head to look at him. Their faces
were mere inches away from each other. “Did I thank you for lunch?”
“No, I think you were too busy telling me we weren’t
on a date,” he responded his voice low.
She could feel his breath on her cheek as she spoke,
“Oh, sorry about that.”
“That’s okay, I’m getting used to you.”
She felt a little irritated by that remark. “What do
you mean by that?”
He peered down at her. “You work pretty hard at
keeping me at a distance even though you don’t want to.”
She raised her chin a little. “What makes you think
that?”
“This,” he said as he leaned down as gave her the
softest, gentlest kiss on her mouth. The kiss was almost chaste, but electricity
vibrated in the air between them.
She pulled back slightly. “Hmm, there is that.”
Before Donovan could comment on her last remark the
taxi arrived at the hotel. He insisted on seeing her to her room as she
suspected he would. When they reached the door she turned around to say
good-bye and found him a bit too close for comfort.
She could feel the heat emanating from him as she
said, “Well, thanks again for lunch and it was nice of you to see me to my
hotel.”
Donovan leaned forward and placed one hand on the
doorjamb. He was so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, his
voice low and husky, “Alaina I want to see you again when we're back in San
Diego, and I think you want to see me. Am I right?”
Alaina wanted to sound cool and aloof when she
answered him, but it was impossible to pull off when he was standing so
close.
Instead her voice sounded breathless, “Look Donovan,
maybe under normal circumstances I’d consider it, but I don't think it would be
a good idea for us to see each other again.” There she had said it, now he
would turn around and leave.
Donovan didn't turn around. He leaned closer,
slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him from touching her.
She didn't move a muscle, making no attempt to prevent the kiss she knew was
going to happen. When his lips first touched hers they were gentle, but
gradually both of them became more aggressive and their kiss intensified as
their tongues dueled, their bodies pressed closer. He put his hands in
her hair, pulling her head back with a gentle tug, probing deeper, more
intensely with his tongue. Alaina felt herself losing control; she felt the
moisture building between her legs,
Could you please allow me this one common courtesy?”
“Okay, but it's really not necessary. It's not
like this is a date or anything.”
“It's not? Ouch, that’s another blow to my ego!”
She smirked. “I have a feeling your ego will
recover.”
Once again they had made the dramatic shift from
animosity to amiability. Her emotions were constantly going from one extreme
to another, and she never knew what was coming next. “Don’t you have some
innocent people to harass?”
He laughed at her question and his rebuttal came with
ease, “Are you insulting me or my employer Ms. Simmons?”
She appeared to contemplate this as she replied,
“Hmmn, I think both.”
“Well, I guess that's fair. So should we get a
cab to your hotel?”
“Please, but you have to hail it. I hate
standing on the edge of the sidewalk whistling. I never did get the hang
of that.”
Donovan easily hailed a cab. After the cab
pulled up to the curb they slid into the backseat together.
“Where to?” The driver asked. Donovan leaned forward
and gave him the name of the hotel.
“I don’t remember telling you where I was staying.”
Alaina remarked.
“You must have. How else would I have known?”
Alaina shrugged, thinking she must have mentioned it
and forgotten. She leaned back in her seat trying to ignore the fact that
their legs and shoulders were touching in the cramped quarters of the
taxi. She could feel the warmth of his body penetrating her own.
She turned her head to look at him. Their faces
were mere inches away from each other. “Did I thank you for lunch?”
“No, I think you were too busy telling me we weren’t
on a date,” he responded his voice low.
She could feel his breath on her cheek as she spoke,
“Oh, sorry about that.”
“That’s okay, I’m getting used to you.”
She felt a little irritated by that remark. “What do
you mean by that?”
He peered down at her. “You work pretty hard at
keeping me at a distance even though you don’t want to.”
She raised her chin a little. “What makes you think
that?”
“This,” he said as he leaned down as gave her the
softest, gentlest kiss on her mouth. The kiss was almost chaste, but electricity
vibrated in the air between them.
She pulled back slightly. “Hmm, there is that.”
Before Donovan could comment on her last remark the
taxi arrived at the hotel. He insisted on seeing her to her room as she
suspected he would. When they reached the door she turned around to say
good-bye and found him a bit too close for comfort.
She could feel the heat emanating from him as she
said, “Well, thanks again for lunch and it was nice of you to see me to my
hotel.”
Donovan leaned forward and placed one hand on the
doorjamb. He was so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, his
voice low and husky, “Alaina I want to see you again when we're back in San
Diego, and I think you want to see me. Am I right?”
Alaina wanted to sound cool and aloof when she
answered him, but it was impossible to pull off when he was standing so
close.
Instead her voice sounded breathless, “Look Donovan,
maybe under normal circumstances I’d consider it, but I don't think it would be
a good idea for us to see each other again.” There she had said it, now he
would turn around and leave.
Donovan didn't turn around. He leaned closer,
slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him from touching her.
She didn't move a muscle, making no attempt to prevent the kiss she knew was
going to happen. When his lips first touched hers they were gentle, but
gradually both of them became more aggressive and their kiss intensified as
their tongues dueled, their bodies pressed closer. He put his hands in
her hair, pulling her head back with a gentle tug, probing deeper, more
intensely with his tongue. Alaina felt herself losing control; she felt the
moisture building between her legs,
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