Page 324 of Small Town Firsts
“Enjoy?”
He dropped his hands to his sides. “Okay, now I know something’s wrong. I know for a fact you enjoy needling me.”
“It’s just a little residual energy from Stacey. I’ll be fine once I have a shower.”
“You didn’t shower this morning?” He frowned. “I—” He cleared his throat. “I’d have to say that was a definite yes from our…situation earlier.”
“Situation? Oh. The neck thing.” And the kissing thing. And the so many inappropriate tingles thing.
No big deal.
He frowned. “You forgot? Are there so many men in the same spot that you’ve forgotten?”
“What’s it to you? You’re the one with all the rules, not me. I’m a free agent.”
Yet annoyingly, that freaking delicious vet had done nothing for me. Sure, I was free as a damn bird.
Preston stiffened and a sheet of paper slipped from the folder and floated onto my shoe. He lunged for it, but I was quicker. My stomach bottomed out and every ounce of moisture dried in my mouth.
Dating profile.
Needs.
Likes.
Dislikes.
He snatched the page out of my hands. “That’s none of your business.”
No, it really wasn’t my business. He was so very right about that. “Nice to see that you don’t want to actually enter a monastery, PMS.” I arched my brow and loosened my muscles until it seemed as if I really didn’t give two craps.
Even if I literally wanted to rip out his tongue and slap him with it. Goddamn him.
“I’m not a monk. I’m just careful with my sexual partners.”
“Oh, right? You work all the time and won’t dip your wick in the office ink. So what does that leave you with but a dating service? Not shocking really.”
He so didn’t seem the type. Then again, Mr. Logic probably loved the idea of a computer shitting out his perfect match.
Blond, petite, unassuming.
Not me.
Of course.
He crowded into me. “Is that right? You think I need a dating service?”
It was unnerving that he was taller than me. Most men were not. I hadn’t gotten used to it yet. Maybe I never would.
I tipped my chin up to meet his gaze, and then I slid my knee between his legs. “You aren’t willing to seal the deal with me, so it’s not surprising you need a hand.”
Shock hadn’t let me really comprehend what I’d been reading other than the profile part. I dragged my finger across his lower lip. “So what gets that big…brain of yours hot? A sweet little blond with a soft voice? Deferential, polite.Punctual.” I said the last word with a hint of bite.
“Why don’t you come with me and find out?”
“Excuse me?” My spine snapped straight, and I took a step back. “Pretty sure your date wouldn’t be into a threesome.” My neck heated. “Or do I have you pegged wrong? Emphasis on the peg.”
“What? No. Peg?” He shook his head. “I don’t want to know. Your mind is startling. The tracks it takes are absurd and astounding.” He turned to the briefcase sitting on my desk and slid the folder inside. “No, it’s a speed dating appointment.”
