Page 45 of Chance of Romance
His chest ached in sympathy. He left his glass on the counter, closed the distance between them, and tipped her chin up. “We’re not going to let that ruin our celebration. I kicked ass today. You kicked ass all week. You might’ve lost some clients, but you’ll get more. Tenfold.”
Her brows shot up, her eyes big and hopeful. “You really think so?”
“I know so. Time for some celebration music.” He pulled out his phone and cued up his workout music, blasting it. Mostly fun pop songs with a good beat like “Pump It” by the Black-Eyed Peas.
She laughed. “What is this?”
He grinned. “It’s music to get me through my morning workout.”
She hopped off the counter and started dancing, hands in the air, rocking out. He joined her, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. She laughed and he spun her back. She lost her balance and slammed into his chest, giving him a jolt of awareness, soft curves pressed against him. His hands went to her bare arms, warm and satiny soft.
“Sorry,” she said, patting his chest and backing away.
The music kept blasting, but all of his focus was on Sabrina scooting back onto the counter, sipping champagne, her brown eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. He wanted to feel her pressed against him again. The intense need to get closer blocked out the reasons he had to keep his distance. He finished his champagne, watching her, his mind fuzzy, his body warm. Then he turned down the music and joined her.
He sat on the counter next to her, leaving no space between them, his thigh right up against hers, his arm brushing hers. She stayed put, her cheeks flushing bright pink. It must be him that made her blush, not shyness, which meant…she wanted him. He breathed in her sweet scent, honey and flowers and sexy woman. He didn’t have to pretend he didn’t notice anymore. When she wasn’t in her cool professional mode, she was an incredibly sexy woman, warm, open, and soft.
He lowered his voice to a deep husky tone. “I missed you this week.”
Her head shot up, meeting his eyes with a look of surprise. Her voice was whisper soft. “I missed you too.”
He smiled. “You know, there’s no reason for me to move to San Francisco now. Ben and I can handle most stuff online, with a few business trips to nail down the details. Looks like you’re stuck with me in Connecticut. What do you think about that?”
She smiled back. “I’m happy to hear it.”
“So you don’t need to tell me goodbye.” He nudged her shoulder. “You can tell me hello again.”
She laughed. “Hello.”
He gazed into her eyes. “Hello.”
She sighed. “I’m so relaxed now.” She hopped off the counter and pointed at him. “I’m going to make you dinner. You’re welcome.”
“You don’t have to do that. We could go out somewhere.”
She made her way to the fridge. “I like to cook, and you’ve got so much food.” She opened the refrigerator door and started pulling stuff out. “You can make the salad. And, let’s see, I’ll make…” More and more food appeared on the counter as Sabrina dug in. Then she found a pantry and flung the door wide. She turned to him. “I’ll make lemon chicken, roast potatoes, and carrots.”
“Sounds great.”
She beamed. “Awesome. Look around for a big salad bowl and a colander. Oh, and after the salad’s ready, can you set the table?”
“Sure thing.”
She did a little hip wiggle. “Turn the dorky music back up too.”
“Dorky!”
She laughed. “I like music when I cook.”
“What do you listen to?”
“I’m a big Adele fan.”
“I only haverealrock music on my phone.”
She waved airily. “Whatever.”
He scrolled through his playlists, looking for something to set the mood. He didn’t have any romantic songs. He wasn’t all that sentimental, but…Sabrina. She was going out of her way to cook him dinner. She was relaxed from the champagne, and the moment was ripe for making a move.
