Page 37 of Beautiful Distraction

“I’m sure you are.” I cock my head to the side, my voicedripping with sarcasm. “Do you have enough food for the three of us?”

I can’t quite picture Kellan being the kind who stocks upbefore a hurricane hits.

“This house was built to last,” he says, amused. “My familyowns thousands of acres of land. There’s plenty to live on. You wouldn’t bestarving. So, what do you say? Are you going to help me with the farm?”

I don’t know why, but he kind of looks smug. And then Iremember.

He doesn’t think I have what it takes for physical labor.

“Sounds like a date.” I take a huge gulp of my coffee,emptying half the mug, and jump up with a triumphant smile on my face.

He downs his coffee and stands, a smile creeping up hisface. It’s only then that I realize what I’ve just said.

Holy shit!

What the fuck’s wrongwith me?

“Obviously not a date but—” I wave my hand in the airas more heat rushes to my face.

His smile widens, revealing two rows of perfect, whiteteeth. Teeth I can’t help but imagine nibbling on my body and tugging gently atmy sensitive skin.

The thought instantly makes me horny.

Oh, God.

I’m a lost cause.

“Not a ‘date’ date,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Obviously. Let’s call it earning your bacon while you’re lyingin my hay.”

He can’t possibly expect payment. But, in spite of hissmile, his expression is so honest, I’m not sure he’s not serious.

I clamp my mouth shut to keep back a snarky remark because,let’s face it, I’m flat-out broke and might just have to work to earn my keep.Judging by the way his gaze seems to brush the front of my top, I’m not surewhat that work might entail.

“If you think I’d ever fuck you in exchange for stayinghere, you’re wrong. I’d rather sleep outside, in the dirt.”

He leans into me, his breath brushing my lips. I can smellthe faint scent of coffee and bacon, the heady mix of aftershave andhim.An instant throb forms between mylegs.

“It was a joke, Ava. I’d never expect you to pay foranything. Be my guest for as long as you want. The fucking part is voluntary,though I’m pretty sure there’ll be lots of that.”

He pulls back and I stare at him, open-mouthed and struckspeechless.

Nope, I still don’t get him.

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CHAPTER TEN

I’ve never considered myself ugly,but I’m no blond model material either. My figure is not bad, with a bit ofextra padding here and there. Guys always seem to like my generous chest size,but that’s not impressive either.

No one likehim—richand instant-panty-drop sexy—has ever hit on me.

You rejected him, andnow he thinks you’re a challenge.

That must be my answer.

Combine spectacular looks with a bruised ego in a guy, andhe’s major trouble. It’s like he turns into a bloodhound, sniffing you out,pursuing you relentlessly. Once the job’s done, he’ll lose interest and be gonebefore you even realized what just happened.

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