Page 28 of No More Bad Boys
“So then… youadmitto feeling…whateverfor me.”
Now I do laugh. “Maybe. Alittlewhatever.”
“Whatever’s good. Whatever’s a start.”
“But that’s my point. We shouldn’t start. It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Another tangent. I blink. Blink again. “No.” My voice sounds defensive.
“But you go out with guys from school.”
“Yes.”Where’s he going with this?
“So the other guys you’ve gone out with—it must have madesensefor you to date them, but you’re notwithany of them.”
He takes a step toward me, crowding me with his enticing scent and the heat of his large body. His voice drops low. “Did you feelwhateverfor any of them?”
I retreat a step, causing the back of my thighs to bump into Frank’s work table. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
He tips his head back, looking down at me through hooded eyes and wearing a sexy grin. “That’s a no.”
“That’s a ‘none of your business.’”
Blake moves closer. He leans toward me, forcing me to sit on the edge of the table to preserve the distance between us. And then he angles over me, placing his palms on the table on either side of my hips.
I’m not a small woman—medium height and weight—but his big frame surrounding me, the barely controlled power of his bodyso closemakes me feel dominated, helpless. And his scent at this close range makes me want to lick my lips.
His gaze goes to my mouth, as if he can read the thought. As if he wants to kiss me.Oh God.
I wait, paralyzed by the heat suffusing my body, by the look in his eyes as they meet mine again.
My mind is thrashing almost as hard as my heart, trying to decide if I want him to kiss me or not.
When he breaks the thick silence, The inference in his raspy whisper is clear. “You know what you need? You need a little morewhateverin your life.”
I swallow and fight for breath. My racing heart is greedily taking all the oxygen away from the rest of me. I try for snarky defiance, but my voice shakes, ruining the effect.
“And… I suppose you’re just the man for that job…”
Frank’s noisy entrance breaks the tension. I jump away from Blake, jostling the work table hard and knocking the soldering iron from its stand. Thankfully, the device isn’t on, so no fire alarms will follow our smoldering exchange.
“Oh—Cadence. Blake. Sorry to interrupt.”
Frank clears his throat and averts his eyes. “I was on my way out the door to lunch when I ran into the GM. I had a very interesting conversation with him that concerns you, young lady. Let me know when you get a minute so we can talk.” He starts to back out of the room.
“No. It’s fine. Now is good. What’s up?”
“Would you like me to leave?” Blake asks, straightening. From the corner of my eye I notice his fists clench in apparent frustration.
I say, “Yes,” at the same time Frank says, “Not necessary.”
My boss goes on. “How’d you like ajobhere at WATV?” The wide smile he wears makes his face resemble a friendly Jack o Lantern.
“A job? You mean keep working here through the summer?”
“Yes ma’am, and beyond that, on a part-time basis in the fall if you’d like to.”
