Page 48 of Art of Love
So, she turned down the asshole to hang with me? I looked her over and saw that twinkle in her eyes. Then came the chemistry that was so tangible I could have touched it.
Then my worries came flooding back in about the job. For the point when things would get weird between us. It should have come already because we’d reached that point where the task of finding the answers to the questions John set was upon us.
Our team work should only be confined to the presentation we did together. That was it.
“I’m not doing anything. I may bore you.”
“I was thinking we could go to my place and hang out.” She gave me a warm smile.
My pulse quickened at the idea. Me at her place. Us alone together. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. But my body screamed yes.
“Hang out? At your place?”
“Well, I haven’t seen you in days. It’s a little weird considering we work at the same place, on the same project, and last time...” She tensed and pushed her shoulders back.
“Last time what?” I knew what happened last time, obviously. I just wanted to hear what was on her mind.
“Last time, you kissed me and fled like I had the plague, and you’ve been avoiding me ever since.”
“I didn’t flee, and I wasn’t avoiding you.” Both were lies.
She smirked. “For the last two nights, you got one of the assistants to paint me.”
Because when I touched her, I thought I’d lose my damn mind. “I was busy trying to see the start of the show.”
“I have two of the answers we need,” she blurted, grabbing my attention.
“Really?”
“Mmmm hmmm.”
“Which two?”
“I’m not telling you here. If you want to know, you have to come with me to my place.”
I had to laugh, but on a serious note, I could have done with hearing her out because I didn’t have a clue as to what I was going to do for my collection. “Okay, love, but tell me, why are you so keen to have me round? You planning on us working together?”
“Do you want to?”
“Should we be doing that?”
“Why don’t we think about it? Today though all I need your help on is my recipe for scones. I made some last night, but they tasted like rocks.”
“Did Stephan help you?” She saidlast night,so that was me trying to find a covert way of checking if she’d stayed with him last night.
“I didn’t spend the night with him. I can see through your bullshit.” She smirked.
“But it sounded like he made you breakfast.”
“He picked me up this morning and took me to his place for breakfast.”
“Sounds like he’s trying very hard to get in your pants.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Hunter, are we going to stand here all day talking about Stephan?”
“I bloody well hope not.”
“Good, because my legs are tired.”
