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It's A Guy Thing!
Cindi Myers
THE WRONG SUITE…When Cassie Carmichael planned a night of seduction, all she wanted was to put some life into a dull relationship. Instead, she finds herself unexpectedly between the sheets with the man she's dreamed about–Guy Walters. One night with this guy is more than she could ask for, and she'll have the hot memories long afterward. But he's not walking away!BUT THE RIGHT GUY!Opening the door to Cassie that night sparks Guy's fantasies and results in the wildest romp he's ever had. He has a thing for her…and now that he knows she has a thing for him, he's going to show her that his bed is always the right bed.
He was getting turned on watching her
In fact, Guy had been turned on since the moment Cassie had shown up at his door. He shifted in his seat, hoping she wouldn’t notice how aroused he was becoming, and tried to focus on their conversation.
“You deserve better than that, Cassie.”
Her eyes met his, questioning. Challenging. “Do I?”
Suddenly he knew words weren’t the answer she wanted. It was time for action.
Their lips met and he heard her sigh. Or maybe that was him.
She pressed against him eagerly, her lips soft as velvet, warm and pliant beneath his own. He opened his mouth and she followed his lead. Their tongues met, hesitant at first, then with more eagerness. He hadn’t been wrong. Cassie was a woman of passion. He’d been out of his mind to think he could resist a temptation like this.
“Guy?” Her voice was breathy as she broke off their kiss. Her tongue darted out to lick at her lips, a gesture that sent another jolt of desire through him. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?”
Dear Reader,
I’ve always admired people who had the courage to go after their dreams. Moving away from the comfort of routine and taking risks to make a dream come true demands a special kind of bravery.
Writing has always been my dream, so I’m especially pleased that my first Temptation novel deals with two people going after their own goals and desires. Writing this book also gave me a chance to set a story in one of my favorite places, Colorado, and to write about one of my favorite pastimes, downhill skiing.
I fell in love with Guy and Cassie as they pursed each other and their dreams. I hope you’ll love them, too. I’d enjoy hearing from you. Write to me care of Harlequin Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada, or e-mail me at CindiMyers1@aol.com. And visit me on the Web at www.TemptationAuthors.com.
Happy reading,
Cindi Myers
It’s a Guy Thing!
Cindi Myers
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Amy, Debby, Carole, Gail, Patty, Lynda and Terri.
Thanks for being my cheerleaders.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ue2b1f50b-f350-5101-b833-6dbb7c155a38)
Chapter 2 (#ub3290375-e349-54c5-864d-cff5950ee1cb)
Chapter 3 (#u3fab895d-c6e5-5ff8-a6cf-884342cb8b33)
Chapter 4 (#u585dea07-8a62-5cd1-8d2d-0bf0150f91c9)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
1
THE SLEIGH BELLS attached to the door of the Java Jive jangled wildly as Cassie Carmichael burst into the coffee shop. She shoved through the swinging half door marked Employees Only, tossed her coat and purse aside, jerked her apron from the hook on the wall and slammed her empty coffee mug down on the counter. Her T-shirt read Women For Disarmament but the look on her face said she was in the mood to shoot first and ask questions later.
“Forget to take your happy pill this morning?” Her best friend and co-worker, Jill Sheldon, filled Cassie’s mug with espresso and added steamed milk and a generous dollop of chocolate syrup.
Cassie glared at her friend and grabbed the cup with both hands. She took a long drink, then set it down with a thunk, sending the mocha sloshing onto the marble counter. “Do you think I’m too ordinary?” she demanded.
Jill turned from the coffee grinder, one perfectly arched brow raised in question. “Too ordinary? What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. Am I too ordinary?” Cassie held her arms down by her sides, palms out, inviting inspection. “Is there anything at all about me that would make the average person take a second look, or am I the kind of person other people naturally take for granted?”
“Hmm.” Jill poured water into the coffee machine and flipped the switch to start a fresh pot. “Let me guess. Boring Bob is taking you for granted.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call him that. He’s not boring.” Cassie grabbed a cloth and began mopping up her spill.
“He is and you know it. What’s he done this time?”
It wasn’t so much what Bob had done, it was more what he hadn’t done. Though Cassie had been dating him for more than two years now, he hadn’t done anything to indicate that his feelings for her were serious. Lately, he treated her more like a personal assistant than a girlfriend.
“What did Bob do?” Jill prompted.
“He asked me to pick up his dry cleaning on my way home yesterday.”
Jill nodded. “And of course, you did it.”
“Yeah, I did it.” She took another sip of coffee, then moved over to straighten a stack of napkins, avoiding Jill’s gaze. “It’s not that I really even minded doing it, it’s just…” The hurt formed a lump in her throat she could hardly talk around. All those times she’d swallowed her pride and never complained had rushed back today, threatening to overwhelm her.
Jill moved over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Just what? He forgot to say thank you? He complained because the cleaners put too much starch in his shirts?”
She took a deep breath. “When I got to his apartment with the cleaning, he was watching a movie with his friend Don. I laid the cleaning on the back of the couch and Bob said, ‘Good old Cassie. She always takes care of me.”’
Jill winced. “Doesn’t Bob already have a mother? Now he needs you to be another one?”
“That’s not the worst of it.” Cassie leaned back against the counter, arms folded under her breasts. “On my way into the kitchen, Don called out, ‘Good old Cassie, bring me a beer, why don’t you?’ And I brought it to him!” She curled her hands into fists, heart pounding at the memory. “I should have poured it over his head.”
“Yes, you should have.” Jill patted her shoulder and moved over to tend the coffee machine. “Next time, you will.”
If there was a next time. “What am I going to do?” Cassie asked. “Lately, when I’m with Bob, I feel like…like I’m invisible or something.”
“Even when you’re in bed?”
Cassie felt her face heat. “There hasn’t been much, um, activity in that department lately.”
Jill’s eyebrows rose. “No wonder you’re so grouchy.”
Before Cassie could think of a retort, two women came in and Jill left to take their order. Cassie retrieved a tray of bagels from the cooler and began to fill the glass jar on the counter. It wasn’t as if she and Bob never had sex…though it had been a while. When they first got together, the sex had been good. Pretty good anyway. Bob wasn’t exactly creative, but he’d been energetic enough.
Now whenever she tried to get something going with him, he said he was too tired, or he ended up having to work late. At first, she’d taken his dedication to his job as a good sign. He was planning for the future—their future. Now, she was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Maybe Bob wasn’t the only boring one in this relationship.
After the two customers left, Jill refilled her cup and perched on a stool behind the counter. “Have you thought of coming right out and asking Bob what’s wrong? You know—talking about it?”
Cassie ducked her head and picked at a scuffed place on the edge of the counter. “I’ve thought of it. I just haven’t gotten around to doing it yet.”
“Are you afraid of what he’ll say?”
She winced. “No…yes…I don’t know.” She slid onto the stool next to Jill. “What if this isn’t Bob’s fault? What if it’s me?”
Jill frowned. “How do you figure that?”
She sighed and removed the glass dome from a plate of chocolate donuts. If she was going to hold her own little pity party, she might as well enjoy the appropriate refreshments. “Maybe if I’d finished college and gone on to a real career….” She pinched off a bite of donut and popped it into her mouth. “Maybe then Bob would think I’m more interesting and exciting.”
Jill made a sour face. “Bob has a diploma and a so-called career and he’s about as exciting as shower mold.” She reached over and helped herself to half the donut. “And it’s not as if you’re a total slacker. You’re going to school.”
“I don’t think Bob thinks massage therapy school is quite the same as college.”
“When you graduate, you’ll probably help more people than any accountant ever would. How’s school going?”
Cassie shrugged. “It’s going okay.” But at one time or another, she’d said the same about secretarial school, medical technology school and the real estate licensing program she’d attended. She’d never stuck with any of them for very long.
In fact, she’d stayed with Bob longer than any attempt at a career. It had seemed easier somehow to hang on to a sure thing than to risk being alone again. But would being alone be so much worse than being ignored?
“If you really want to fix things between you two, it sounds like you need to do something to heat things up a little,” Jill said.
Cassie replaced the dome on the donut plate. “Yeah, but what can I do?”
Jill traced a finger around the rim of her cup. “How about a little seduction? Remind him of what he’s been missing.”
“What—?” The word was cut off by the door bells again. Couldn’t people go somewhere else to get their coffee this morning?
Her annoyance vanished, however, when she recognized this particular customer. Guy Walters turned feminine heads wherever he went, and in the years she’d known him her reaction had progressed from heart fluttering to an all-out cardiac drum solo. Maybe it was the way his dark brown hair fell across his forehead. Or the way his laser-blue eyes looked at people, as if they really mattered. Maybe it was his broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped body, honed to masculine perfection by hiking, biking, climbing, skiing and every other outdoor activity yet invented. Or maybe it was that when Guy spoke, Cassie felt as warm and wonderful as if she’d just downed a cup of Godiva hot chocolate with extra cream.
“Good morning, Guy.” She slid off her stool and hurried to take his order. Not that she needed to ask what he wanted. Every Tuesday and Thursday he came in for a breve mocha and a sausage roll on his way to work at Mountain Outfitters, the business he had founded and made into a regional success. She knew he wore CK One cologne, that the scar underneath his chin was from a rock-climbing accident when he was in high school and that half the women in Boulder had been in love with him at one time or another.
“Hi, Cassie.” He plucked a sausage roll from the glass jar on the counter. “Grande breve mocha.” Cassie waited for his smile, which always left her a little breathless, but this morning the smile never came. What looked like an invitation on cream-colored paper with black engraving claimed his attention.
“Somebody graduating or getting married?” she asked as she prepared his coffee.
“What?” He looked up from studying the expensive-looking card. “Oh, it’s a wedding invitation. From an old friend.”
Judging by the mournful expression on Guy’s face, she would have guessed it was a summons to a funeral. He tucked the invitation into the pocket of his leather jacket and picked up a flyer on the counter and began reading it. So much for a memorable conversation, Cassie thought. I might as well be invisible. Let’s face it. I’m ordinary, and Guy Walters is not.
At Boulder High School, Guy had been part of a group of six upperclassmen who’d called themselves the Boulder Bandidos. They were behind every outrageous prank, from filling the science supply closet with two thousand Ping-Pong balls to attaching a pair of moose antlers to the front of Principle Harrington’s Volvo. They were the first to take any dare, the first to try any new thing, from snowboarding to ice climbing.
Cassie had been three years younger, in the same class as Guy’s sister Amy. She’d admired him from afar, following his exploits in the school paper and later, when he’d gone to the University of Colorado, keeping up with him through Amy or other friends.
She slid the cup of coffee across the counter and he paid, adding his change to her tip jar. “Thanks,” she said, though she doubted he heard her. Head bent, he pushed open the door, bells chiming in his wake.
Jill came to stand behind her. “Why don’t you ditch Boring Bob and go after a man like Guy?”
“As if he’d have anything to do with me.” She picked up the carton of half-and-half and carried it to the refrigerator.
“Why not? You two have known each other a long time.”
“I used to be friends with his sister. Years ago. Even back then, he hardly noticed me. And you saw how much attention he paid to me just now.”
“You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” Jill said. “I’ll bet Guy would pay a lot of the right kind of attention if you gave him a little encouragement.”
She sighed. Guy was her fantasy man. An impossible dream. She had to deal with real life, and for now, that meant Bob. She’d invested the past two years of her life in Bob. He was the man her mother thought she should marry. After all, he was good-looking and financially secure. So why hadn’t that been enough for her lately? “How do you think I can get things back on track with me and Bob?”
Jill shrugged. “Show him what he’s been missing by neglecting you. Seduce him.”
“Seduce him?” Saying the word sent a shiver up her spine. It sounded so wild…so daring. “How?”
“I don’t know.” Jill waved her hand. “The usual. Sexy lingerie. Champagne. Why don’t the two of you go away for the weekend? Some place romantic.”
Cassie sagged against the counter and shook her head. “Can’t. Bob’s going up to Aspen Creek to work this weekend.”
Jill made a face. “What kind of work is an accountant going to do at a ski resort?”
“He’s rented a condo up there for the weekend. Said it was the only way he could catch up on all his paperwork.” Cassie opened the dishwasher and began unloading coffee mugs. “He’s been working really hard lately. I think he’s bucking for a promotion.”
