Page 40 of Beautiful Distraction

My world never splits its color into white and black. Ialways get trapped somewhere in between.

I can easily imagine myself falling in love with him.

And then what?

I’m not sure I want to take the risk of having to face that question.

In the silence of the room, Kellan busies himself around thekitchen. His sexy back is turned on me as he grabs the coffee pot and a traywith waffles, and then returns to the table, placing them in the middletogether with a bottle of syrup.

When he sits down again, I can’t bear it any longer.

I need to know.

“How can you flirt with me so openly?” I ask. “You’re in arelationship.”

“I am?” He looks up, surprised. “Wow. I had no idea.”

My eyes narrow on him. “Well, are you?”

“It depends.” He tops up our coffee mugs, taking his sweettime, which annoys me to no end. “If you plan on marrying me, then yes, I’malready in a relationship for life. But if you’re just down for fucking, no,I’m not. Don’t get me wrong. I love relationships, as long as they don’tinvolve me, or kids. Or to put it another way, the only relationship I have iswith my cock. I nurture it. I take good care of it. I teach women like you tohave fun.”

Wow.

He sounds like a player, which was pretty much my firstimpression of him.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, and yet it does.

The news that he’s single is a relief, but it also leaves aburning question in its wake.

“What about the woman in the pic?”

“Which one?” He tilts his head, thinking.

“The one in the living room.” I frown. “Why? Do you havemore than one?”

“Guilty as charged. I have keepsakes of all of my trophies,”he says smoothly, one brow raised. “But if we’re talking about the one in theliving room, that’s my sister. I’m on the market today, happy to oblige.”

“Today?” I let out a laugh.

Who says that?

“And tomorrow,” he adds. “Obviously I want you to know whatyou’re getting into, considering that your friend and I talked about you afteryou went to bed last night.”

A whooshing sound bursts into my head, making it spin.

“Yeah, you keep mentioning that.” A long moment passesduring which I consider my next words. “So, what exactly did Mandy say?”

“That you talked about me.”

I swallow hard to get rid of the hot rush surging up myneck. “Yeah, in case you were a creep, which I think I’ve mentioned already.”

He inclines his head in mock agreement. “Or I got under yourskin and you wanted her to hear all about it. It’s a preconception that womendon’t talk about their sexscapades. In fact, they do it just as much as men.”

Of course he’d think that.

I smile sweetly. “Well, I won’t argue with you on that onebecause you seem to be the expert. But I can assure you in my case, it’s nottrue.”

“You don’t talk about your sexscapades?” His brows shoot upin amusement.

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