Page 28 of Dirty Little Secret
“So, never married.” Kane nodded as he leaned back on the desk, not six inches away from me. My body craved his. Every last part of me wanted him.
“No. And have you ever gotten close to getting married?” I asked as I tried not to look him up and down, very aware that I shouldn’t be looking at him with so much lust in front of his young son.
“Nope.” His reply filled me with the hope that I might get to feel his body all over mine again. How would he feel against me now that he had the body of a man?
“Never?” I asked as I went ahead and let my eyes wander over him.
My God, I want him!
“Not ever.” He reached out, taking my chin in his large hand. “Will you be staying in Charleston long?”
Now that I knew he still lived here, I had no idea if staying in Charleston was a smart thing to do. “I’m not sure. I’m kind of a drifter.”
Furrowed brows only served to make him look even hotter. “And why’s that?”
Because if I’m around you, I might spill the beans and you’ll end up hating me, that’s why not.
But there was no way in hell I’d say such a thing. “Can’t say. I just like to see new places, I guess,” I said instead.
The drifter thing wasn’t true at all. I’d spent my adulthood in one place—Chicago. I’d worked in one club, Underground. I had no idea why I’d told him that lie.
But the truth sounded so pitiful; I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the sorry existence I’d lived for the last eight years. An existence that had been caused by that one fiery night when I’d given him my virginity, and he’d given me a baby that I’d never had a chance of getting to know.
I should’ve run away from my parents. Straight to Kane Price.
