Page 60 of Two of a Kind
“Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah. Did you miss the part about me being broke, unemployed, and homeless?”
“What about references? Got any?”
“No, just this.” She reached down into her pocket and extracted small bits of torn-up paper.
“What’s this?”
“That is what’s left of your father’s contract. I wasn’t sure you’d believe me.”
His eyes softened. “That’s a pretty solid reference. I think I might have the perfect position for you. Several positions, in fact.” He pulled her closer against him and ground his hips against the softness of her belly suggestively. “Are you game?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
Spencer gave her a wicked grin. “Yes, you are.” He swept her up into his arms, and she squealed as he carried her away from the resort.
“We’re not going to your suite?”
“No. I got something else in mind for you.” Spencer’s voice had gone low and husky, hitting the exact timbre that resonated through her most feminine parts.
He veered left, taking them on a narrow path through palm trees and tropical foliage. A few minutes later, they re-emerged onto pristine white sand.
Kayla looked out as he continued with purpose, her eyes widening. “Is that an overwater bungalow?”
“It is.” He smiled. “I’ll give you a complete tour ... later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
A thrill went through her. He didn’t ask. He didn’t seduce. He just told her exactly what he wanted, and that was okay, because it was exactly what she wanted, too.
“Is this part of the interview process, Mr. Dumas?”
“Only for you, Ms. O’Connell.”
She barely got to process the gorgeous surroundings before Spencer stalked right into the bungalow and dropped her onto the bed. Despite his claim, he didn’t immediately start removing her clothes, or his. Instead, he held his body over hers and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
Spencer Dumas kissed like he did everything else—with complete focus, attention, and an intent to derive as much pleasure from it as possible. He was anexcellentkisser.
“I missed you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
She believed him.
“I missed you, too.” She slipped her hand into his waistband and caressed his tight, sculpted behind. “Now, how about we get on with that job interview?”
