Page 8 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
He was making a lot of sense. Oh, heck, what could it hurt?
“You’re very clever,” she said, pulling her phone out again and punching in the code. “Of course I would love the guy point of view. If I’m being unrealistic, or if any of these items are a complete turn-off, it would definitely be best to know before I embarrass myself.”
She held the phone so she could read along with him, figuring she’d jump in with explanations where needed. “You see—”
“Wait. Let me read.”
She stared at the list and tried not to squirm.
Carrie’s Wish List
Dessert comes first.
Top floor is extra fancy.
Sunday drive is sometimes bumpy.
Squeaky clean is best.
Animals are primal.
I’d like to meet Harvey.
Call me Bond. Jane Bond.
She glanced over at Zach, his face an expression of fierce concentration. It reminded her of his intense focus last night and she felt her entire body soften.
Finally, he nodded once and she tucked her phone back in her purse. Then she waited, trying to look cool and composed even if she couldn’t quite meet his eyes. She steeled herself. This was the new sexually empowered Carrie. Of course she could handle talking about her deepest desires with the sexy man she’d known for fourteen whole hours. She risked a look at him.
He stroked his beard thoughtfully, but remained quiet, studying her.
