Mr. Temptation

‘Can you pass me some kitchen towel?’ she snapped and then cringed, realising she was projecting her frustration onto him and making herself add a guilt-ridden, ‘Please?’

She wished she hadn’t softened her request when she saw how his eyes danced, how amused he was at her fluster, knowing it was because he understood the cause.

‘Sure.’ He pushed away from the door and headed into the kitchen area.

She forced her eyes away. She couldn’t carry on like this. For however long it took to find his sister a home, she needed to get this under control. Christ, she needed his sister to spread a good word. Not tell every Tom, Dick and Harry that she was an airhead... Or, worse, that she couldn’t stop lusting after her brother long enough to concentrate.

‘Here,’ he said, coming up alongside her and offering out the paper towel.

‘Thank you.’

She didn’t quite meet his eye as she took it and bent forward to clean up the mess.

Now was the time, she realised; if she wanted to put the idea to him, she needed to do it now. ‘One date.’

He stilled in the periphery of her vision. ‘A date?’

‘Yes,’ she said, ignoring the bemusement in his tone.

Hell, you’d be bemused if someone had just burst out with those two words.

Straightening up and smoothing her wrist over her hair to right it while avoiding the damp kitchen towel clutched in her hand, she nodded. ‘Let’s go on one date together.’

‘You want to do that?’

Yes... No... Yes.

The words whirled through her mind as their gazes locked and she lost herself in his warm, amber depths, a wedge forming in her throat.

Are you crazy? Do you really know what you’re letting yourself in for?

She headed for the kitchen, praying he hadn’t spied her hesitation. She prided herself on knowing her own mind, for heaven’s sake—why was he making that so hard?

‘Yes, I do,’ she said, placing the jug back on the drainer, grateful that her voice gave away none of her internal wrangling and feeling her resolve swell.

You’ve put the idea out there, you can bloody well follow it through.

Turning to look at him, she leisurely travelled his entirety, taking in his sheer beauty, his continued silence and bemusement, and her tummy gave the smallest little flutter. Was he going to turn her down?

Hell, no.

‘Unless, of course...’ she said the words softly, teasingly, her legs moving of their own volition to close the distance between them ‘...you don’t want to?’

He didn’t budge, his body seemingly fixed in place as he watched her approach, a telltale pulse ticcing in his jaw as he no doubt worked to gauge her intent.

He didn’t have to wait long, not in this confined space.

Once she was within touching distance she reached out, her fingers hooking over his belt buckle with daring provocation. The move bold and quite unlike her. Yet it felt completely natural, instinctive with him, as did the words that slipped from her lips. ‘Unless, of course, you don’t fancy a bit of fun together?’

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