Page 32 of Mister Curb Appeal
I spare her a quick glance. “Curvy. Blonde. Hair that curls when there’s a crazy storm. Hazel eyes. Perky lips. I like an ass I can grab with two hands.”
She swallows hard. “Oh, my.”
“I appreciate a woman who loves her cat more than life, too.”
She smiles softly as silence falls between us.
“Joshua?” she says before I can get any more words out.
I glance her way. “Yes, Alexis?”
Our eyes meet for a brief second before I look back to the road. “I’ve never in my life been this forward, but I think I need to get something off my chest.”
My heart beats wildly behind my rib cage, hoping for the same outcome. “I’m all ears.”
“I like you,” she spills out. “Like, really like you, and I know it’s wrong and we shouldn’t. We’re colleagues from opposing realtors — not that it seemed to matter with my boss and your dad — but it raises conflict, and then there's the privacy issue?—”
“You definitely haven't underthought any of this.”
She whacks me on the arm playfully. “I’m putting myself out on a limb here, and you’re making fun of me.”
“I swear I’m not. If I’m honest, I’m shocked that a woman like you would be interested in me.”
She snorts. “You're kidding, right?”
I frown, feeling perplexed. “Uh, why would I be kidding?”
She waves a hand up and down towards me. “Because you’re Joshua freaking Lucas. The most eligible bachelor in LA who’s never seen without a beautiful woman on his arm at events, and parties, and?—”
“I haven’t had sex in three months,” I blurt.Oh, fuck.
She blinks, then whispers, “Three months?”
I palm my face. “Okay, that sounded really fucking weird. What I mean is… a few months ago, we were getting flirty on the phone over the Anderson deal, and I had feelings for you then, I just wasn’t man enough to act upon them.” If I’m giving her TMI, it’s way too late to back up now, so I plow on. “It felt disloyal. Seeing other women when I was stuck on you.You’remy type, Lexi.You.You’re sexy. Smart. Funny. Utterly adorable, and that phone manner?—”
“What phone manner?”
“That sexy voice you do when you’re trying to act professional.”
She turns toward me, folding her legs under her on the seat after she’s slid her heels off. Her hand… Her fucking hand slides onto my thigh and I almost crash the goddamn car. “What does it do to you,Joshie?”
I can’t take it anymore. “You really wanna know?” It sounds like a growl, but I’m past the point of caring.
“Yes, I do.”
I take her hand, sliding it over my rock hard cock and she gasps. Okay, that’s really fucking forward, but I don’t give a shit. “That’s what you do to me. I’ve been palming my dick these last few months, wishing it was you. I want to take care of you, Lexi. I want to show you that not all men are cheating bastards.”
Her fingers flex and then curl as she feels me up. My dick twitches in excitement, and if it wasn’t raining harder than Niagara Falls, I’d be putting my foot to the floor and high tailing it back to the cabin quick smart.
“I want that, too,” she whispers. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Night and day. I think of excuses to call your office, then end up getting Mason — which is fine, I like Mason — but hearing your voice on the phone…”
“What?” I beg. “What do I do to you?”
She grips my dick harder. “You drive me wild.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“I’d say drive faster, but that might not be such a good idea,” she giggles.
