Page 31 of Breakaway

Her heart tapped in her chest as she gathered up some papers she was going to take home and looked up at him inquiringly.

He stood there, putting his jacket on, blinking, his mouth tight. She’d kissed that mouth. And he was such a good kisser…

With a mental shake, she tried to refocus.

“Was it better today?” Jase asked, almost sounding…nervous.

“Was what better?”

“Ah…me. I know I’ve been kind of distracted. But the truth is…Remi, you distract me.”

Her heart missed a beat and her mouth fell open. “Me.”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his face, then blurted out, “I can’t stop thinking about you!”

She stared at him, her lungs refusing to expand and take in oxygen. Funny he should say that, since she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Would you like to go get some dinner?”

She still stared at him. From the pained expression on his face, she wasn’t entirely sure he’d actually meant to issue that invitation. “Dinner?”

“Yeah.” He lifted a shoulder. “You know. In a restaurant.”

Now she almost smiled. “Why?”

“Uh…because we have to eat?” He smiled too, that sexy, boyish smile that was enough to melt her panties. And she did begin to feel a little warm and her tummy did a little flip.

“I don’t think so.” She broke eye contact and picked up the folder she planned to take home.

“Why not? C’mon, Remi. We had fun that night.”

Was that was this was about? He wanted more sex? “I think if you’re looking forfun, you’d be better off with one of your supermodel girlfriends.”

He drew back and his smile disappeared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, I’m not really made for fun. Apparently. After what happened the last time.” Add to that the fact that he’d said he was going to call her when he clearly had no intention of ever doing that, having dinner with him would be a big mistake.

He laughed. “I told you. That was funny. Maybe not at that moment. I think it’s nice that your friend cares that much about you.”

And it also showed how out of character it was for her to do something like that, but she didn’t want to point that out to Mr. Fun.

“Come on, Remi.” His voice was deep and velvety soft. “It’s just dinner.”

The suggestive and silky tone of his voice made her shiver, made her nipples tingle, made her insides clench.

He reached out and stroked a hand down her bare forearm, lingering at her wrist, his thumb stroking over her pulse there.

“How about the fact that you said you were going to call me and you never did?”

He pursed his lips. “I meant to call you. Really.”

She lifted one skeptical eyebrow.

“Really. But then I came here and found out who you are and…” His words trailed off and she regarded him with confusion.

“You found out who I am? How about,Ifound out whoyouare!”

He waved a hand. “That doesn’t matter.”

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