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Chapter Seven
Griffin choked on his coffee, sputtering and coughing as he processed what Darcy had said. When he was finally able to speak, he said, “A sex blog?”
Darcy rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve turned into a prude.”
“A sex blog?” Griffin repeated, still trying to wrap his mind around that new piece of information.
Darcy wrote a sex blog. Wait until the good citizens of Revival heard about this.
“Yes, a sex blog.” Darcy looked at him with a cool, level gaze.
Griffin shook his head, hoping it would help clear it. “And what exactly does a sex blog entail?”
Her spine drew even straighter. “I write how-to columns, relationship articles, give advice, and do product reviews.”
That got his attention. “Product reviews?”
“Yes, right now I’m reviewing the Mac Daddy.” She grinned and held her hands a foot apart. “A realistic dildo.”
“Realistic, huh?” Laughing, he tried, with every ounce of willpower he had, not to envision her masturbating with a huge cock.
He tried and failed.
He ran a hand through his hair. “And what’s your verdict?”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ve had better.”
Do. Not. Ask. “What’s your favorite?”
She smiled a sly, “cat who ate the canary” smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would.” Why pretend otherwise? “What’s the site called?”
“Why? Do you want to look me up?”
“Of course.” There wasn’t man nor beast that could keep him from looking.
“Sorry, that information is classified.” She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her breasts. Spectacular breasts he remembered quite well. “Let’s get back to the topic.”
He wanted to make a quip that if she wanted to stick to the topic, standing there in that sweater wasn’t the way to do it, but he thought better of it. Better to keep things civilized. He cleared his throat and reached behind to pick up a folder on his desk. “I made copies of all the documentation. I figured you’d want to run it by a lawyer.”
She took the packet and their fingers brushed, causing a jolt of heat. Their eyes locked. She licked her lips. “Aren’t you a regular Boy Scout now?”
His attention drifted to her mouth, and he forgot about being prudent. “In all ways but one.”
Her gaze flashed. “And what would that be?”
He smirked. “That information is classified.”
She laughed and spun around, calling out over her shoulder, “I’ve got all the information I need.”
God, she was fun. He’d forgotten how much. He’d had more fun with her in the last five minutes than he had in the last year of dates.
Impulse took hold and he stood. Ready to cross the room. To stop her, to pin her against the door and remind her just how good it was between them. He took one step and froze.
He was the mayor.
He lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone else’s business.
