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Smiling, she took another drink. Tomorrow, she was going to go to that spinning class at her gym that she always wanted to try but had been too nervous to actually go. She’d been sure she would make a fool out of herself, since everyone else always just seemed to know what to do and she didn’t, but screw that. She was going.
After that, she’d go get those highlights she’d been eyeing for a few months but had been too scared to try. Maybe she’d even join that dating site Jess kept telling her they should try out together for fun. The time was now. She’d waited long enough.
Wyatt placed a hand on her back. “Kass?”
She jerked back to the present, and back to admiring the sexiest eyes she’d ever seen on a man. He had a way of looking at a girl that made her forget all logic, and left her trembling and aching for something only he could give her. Did he see the effect he had on women, or was he blind to the full extent of his sexual allure?
Oh, who was she kidding? He knew.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“That was amazing,” he said, running his hand up and down her spine in an intoxicatingly seductive way, but she wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing it. Everywhere he touched tingled and burned and ached for more. “You started talking, and I wasn’t sure what was happening, but holy shit, you pulled it off.”
“You’re not mad at me for interjecting myself into the situation?” she asked slowly.
“Mad?” He laughed. “Hell no. You got me a great deal, with loads of money and opportunity. What the hell do I have to be angry about?”
“In that case…” She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Glad to help.”
“Smart and sexy as hell,” he said, still grinning and shaking his head. “You’re the whole package.”
She bit her tongue. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” he said, his voice sharp.
“Say those things. I was just paying back a debt owed.”
“Here we go again,” he said, his tone a little hard. “I fail to see why you find it so hard to believe I am attracted to you. Your hair is the softest I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been dying to touch it all night.” He slid a few strands through his fingers. “Behind those red-rimmed glasses of yours, your eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue that pulls me in. As if that’s not enough, your mind is brilliant, and around you, I can just be a normal guy, with a normal girl, out on a normal date, and that’s pretty amazing, too. I can’t remember the last time that happened.”
She shivered, swaying toward him slightly. “That’s because you’re not normal. You’re Wyatt Hamilton.”
“And you’re Kassidy Thomas.”
Exactly. She was just Kassidy Thomas, while he was…well, everyone knew what he was. She didn’t speak, because what was she supposed to say to that?
“Again, thank you for helping me out. Are you ready for me to take you home now?” He hesitated, then added, “Or, if you’d like, maybe we could pick up a bottle of champagne on the way and celebrate at your place before I go?”
Wyatt Hamilton, arguably the hottest guy in all the NFL, was asking her to have a drink with him, in her home, and she had no doubt what that drink could lead to if she accepted…she was ready for that. Whatever the hell happened from all of this, she was so there.
Against all logic and reason, she was there.
She wanted to live? Well, here was her chance.
Trembling, she picked up her glass, downed the rest of her wine, and for once in her life refused to think something through, because if she thought it through, there was no way she would say: “Sounds great. I know the perfect place to stop along the way.”
Chapter Five
They walked up to her door, his hand at her lower back, guiding her. The whole ride home, she’d been silent at times, biting her lower lip, not meeting his eyes. At other times, she would talk endlessly about anything—the traffic, the people waiting to cross, hell, even the weather. There was no hiding the fact she was nervous, and he’d attempted to set her mind at ease with a little bit of light humor, but every time he tried, she went right back to fidgeting.
What the hell did she think he was going to do to her?
They were just sharing a bottle of champagne.
Thing was, though, she wanted more—and so did he. He’d seen that flare of excitement in her eyes when he told her he found her undeniably sexy, and there was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She was just too nervous to act on it.
For some reason, tonight, he was, too.
She made him nervous. Him. Wyatt Hamilton.
