Page 49 of Chance of Romance
She returned with it a few minutes later, went upstairs, and scoped out the bedrooms until she found the one with his suitcase. She went right on in. Maybe her suitcase would do the talking for her. Ha-ha. She pulled out her phone and cancelled her hotel reservation. There. No going back. Next step, seduction readiness. She dug her toiletry bag out of her suitcase, went to the en suite bathroom, and freshened up.
Deep breath and go!
She went downstairs and took a seat at the island, watching him clean up. Nothing sexier than a man cleaning up the kitchen. Seriously, this could be porn for women.Boom-chicka-wow-wow.Watching his broad back in a white dress shirt, tapering to a trim waist and very nice ass showcased beautifully in suit pants, as he loaded the dishwasher made her want to rip his clothes off.
He finished up and turned to her, hands on his hips. “You tired?”
Tired? No. Determined? Yes.“I’m not a doll, Logan, and I’m not delicate. I won’t break.”
He rubbed his light brown beard. “I get that now.”
She shared some more, making sure he got that image out of his head for good. “I grew up in a Manhattan loft surrounded by erotic paintings of couples and threesomes.” She lifted her palms. “That was my childhood. So if I seem, I don’t know, reserved, it was only my act of rebellion against my embarrassing mother.”
He crossed to the island, leaning one hand on the back of her chair, looking down at her and grinning. “Learn anything?”
She shuddered. “More than I ever wanted to know.”
“So-o-o,” he drawled, “ever try that stuff?” A smile played over his lips, his brown eyes dancing with amusement. God, he smelled good. He always smelled fresh and clean, but today he had on some kind of woodsy cologne that made her want to lick him from head to toe.
“The point is…” She had a point, didn’t she? Her mind was fuzzy with his proximity and too much wine. “I am not my mother. Thank God!”
“Amen,” he returned. “Not that I know your mother. She might be a very nice woman. So were the threesomes two women and a guy, or two guys and a woman?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Does it matter?”
“Uh, yeah,” he said, likeduh.
“It was two guys and a woman. I think it was her fantasy.”
“Or her reality.”
Sabrina held up a palm. “Moving on! Here’s what else I used to think about you.” Almost there. She was building her case.
“Hit me. I’m loving an unfiltered Sabrina.”
“I thought you were a risk taker.”
“It’s not like I jump out of airplanes. Ty’s the risk taker in our family.” His brother, Ty, used to be a stuntman.
“I realized I was wrong about the risk-taking,” she said with a smile, hoping it was clear that she wanted him even more now that she knew him better. “You’re actually quite stable and nicely risk-averse.”
His brows scrunched together like he wasn’t following her very important point. “Okay.”
She suddenly wondered where he was on the Olivia thing. Ithadjust happened. “You must really want to—” she jabbed her finger in the air “—stick it to your ex.”
He chuckled. “Guess I’m not that vengeful. I’m more the type to cut someone out of my life and never look back.”
“Not true. You looked back to Olivia.” Not that the lying cheating bitch deserved him.
He smiled ruefully. “Guess I’m the forgiving type too. Maybe I was at a place in my life where I was ready for a relationship, and it just seemed like an easy fit.”
Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!“Why were you ready for a relationship now?”
He walked around her and took the seat next to her at the island. “Because before I was working my ass off, and now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, finally making it. I guess my mind just jumped to the next step. I’ve got one of those analytical brains that organizes and implements.”
“I guess that makes sense. Things are falling in place for you at work, and now you’re ready to get your personal life in order.”
He inclined his head. “It wasn’t that well thought out, but, yeah, something like that. So how about you? You want to stick it to your ex?”
