Page 4 of The Bad Girl and the Baby

For a second, the words didn’t make sense. She shook her head. “Sorry, I have to go.”

He grinned. “Come on, just one. Then they’ll stop harping at me.”

She needed to pull herself together. Maybe this was fate. A chance to introduce herself. He obviously liked the look of her. She should take advantage of that. What was the worst he could do—accuse her of being a stalker? Yup. Report her? That could cause big trouble with her parole.

She was taking too long to answer. And he clearly took that as a yes. His hands slid down her arms, then his palms were against hers as he took her hands and pulled her closer.

Thoughts swirled in her head, but none of them made sense.

“You were watching me.” He murmured the words in her ear, and she realized how close they were. She meant to push him away, but somehow her hands came up, pressing themselves flat against his chest. “I could feel you from the moment I walked in the door,” he continued. “Did you like what you saw?”

She swallowed, her throat too dry for words. In a minute, she’d get up her nerve and she’d tell him—

Her thoughts broke off as his hands slid to her waist, and he pulled her even closer. She was tall for a woman, but still a head shorter than him and her hot face pressed against his throat.

As she breathed in the warm, masculine scent, she tried to slow her racing heart. Her hands were trapped between them, but she could get away easily. Christ, she ran a self-defense class for women; she knew exactly what to do. But she made no move. Because if she did this wrong, it would be the end of her chances. She might not get another one.

His body was hard against her. How long had it been since she’d been in a man’s arms? Not since before she’d been locked up. His scent, his closeness, the wine she’d had…all mingled, and for a moment, she gave in to the lure of that physical connection she’d craved and relaxed against him.

He must have sensed her surrender, because his hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her closer. He was already hard, his erection nudging her, and things twisted low in her belly.

She had to move.

Get out of there.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. But somehow her hands slid up over his chest and gripped his shoulders. They weren’t dancing, just swaying to the music, causing a delicious friction between their bodies, so her breasts tingled, and a little pulse throbbed between her thighs.

He stopped moving.

She wanted to scream. But what? Before she could decide, he released her, stepped back, and pulled a phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the screen.

“Shit,” he muttered, then looked into her face. “Sorry. It’s my babysitter. I have to leave.”

She cleared her throat, thoughts of Lulu jolting her into awareness. “Is something wrong?”

“No, just a family thing.” He appeared about to say something, but then gave a small shake of his head. “It was nice dancing with you.”

“Yeah.”Really nice.

And then he was gone. She watched his back, his tight ass, and broad shoulders until he disappeared.

“Well, did you introduce yourself?” Regan asked from behind her.

She hugged her cardigan closer around herself. “No.”

“Girl, you are in so much trouble.”

“I know.”

“But you know what?” Regan said, her tone so jovial Darcy had to fight the urge to shove her borrowed cardigan down her best friend’s throat. “Tomorrow is another day.”

Darcy’s shoulders drooped. Because tomorrow had the potential to be so much worse.

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