Page 55 of Sins or Secrets
When I get to the entrance, I see him, and he sees me too.And,I certainly don’t miss the way his eyes scan over my body and linger on my breasts.
Even though I convinced myself I didn’t wear these clothes for him that look was totally worth it.And I’d wear them again if I knew he was going to look at me like that.
“Hi,” he says, his gaze climbs back up to meet my eyes.
“Good morning. I thought some food was in order, and … my help.” I sound guilty, like what I just said was a lie and I’m trying to cover up my true intentions.
“Oh yeah? You want to help me with this?” He waves his hand toward the mess that used to be beautiful.
To our left are three row boats.Two of which are smashed up so badly the wood can only be used for firewood.The other one isn’t too bad but it looks like it took a beating when the other two smashed into it.
Then there’s the walls. On one side it’s just the frame left and the roof partly sunken in.And there’s all the wood in the water.
“Yeah, why not.” I nod, although I’m sure I might not be much help.But at least I could try and be here.
“Thanks for the food. Are you going to help me eat that too?”
As if he wasn’t good looking enough as it was,the corners of his lips curl into a sexy smile showing off his dimples.
I was always a sucker for those, and everything else on his body.
“I could help you with that too.”
“Then let’s get started.”
I return his smile and walk over to the little makeshift table he’s made with a plastic crate.
When I set the tray down he joins me and fills me with the scent of him.Musk and sex.
Damn it. I’m already here and inches away from him.It’s too late to retreat so I need to steady my mind and focus.
How do I do it though when he’s looking at me like that?
His eyes are trained on me and there’s mischief lurking within them.The same kind of mischief that would spark in the past, and the next thing I’d know I was in his bed, or in his car, or pressed up against a wall somewhere.
We were so bad. So very bad.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
“That wasn’t a nothing face. You gave me a strange look.”
“Because you were giving me a strange look first.If anybody should be asking the question of what, it should be me, don’t you think?”
He laughs and the sound is a rumble of rich male laughter designed to tempt.
“No, I don’t think so, since I asked you first.How about you tell me what you were thinking, and then I’ll tell you.”
I can’t do that. “No.”
He raises his brows. “You don’t want to tell me what you were thinking?”
“No because it was stupid.”
“Tell me,” he prods.
I know what he’s like. If I don’t say something, we’ll stand here all day arguing over nonsense.So I decide to lie. There's no way I could tell anybody what I was thinking.
