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As she slid her key into the lock, her hands trembled, and he bit back a smile, stepping behind her, making sure to keep his body a safe distance from hers. “You smell like flowers.”
“Yeah, I’m always around them. Sometimes it seems like no matter how hard I try, I can’t get rid of the scent, so I stopped trying and decided to roll with it.”
“It works for you.” He touched her hair gently.
She let out a ragged breath. “Your cologne works for you, too. And your clothes. Your hair. Your face…”
“My face?” he asked, laughing.
“Yep. Your face.” She skimmed her fingernails up his arm, under his suit jacket. It made his cock harden and swell, and he stepped slightly closer, aching to press against her from behind, yet holding himself back. “And these. Your muscles. They’re working for you, too.”
He chuckled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” With a smile, she fell silent, not opening her door, not pulling away, but not moving closer to him, either.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Huh?” she asked breathlessly. “Oh. Yeah.”
She opened the door and gestured him inside.
He was a gentleman, so he motioned for her to go first.
Frowning, she motioned for him to go again.
He did the same.
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bsp; She laughed nervously, rolling her eyes, and dropped her hand. “Fine. You win, I’ll go.”
Grinning, he followed after her, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. “When it comes to duels of stubbornness, I’ll always win. Just ask my brothers.”
“You have brothers?” she asked quietly.
“Yep, three of them, and a sister, too.” As she turned on the lights in her living room, he shifted the bottle of cold champagne to his left hand.
“Are you the baby?”
“Nah.” He smiled. “That’s my sister, Anna. I’m kind of in the middle.”
“The forgotten child,” she joked, tipping her head toward the kitchen in silent invitation.
He snorted, following her. “Not in my family. No one was forgotten, despite the fact that there were five of us.”
When she walked, her hips swayed, and he’d swear she was gracefully floating through the air. Her long blond hair fell down her back in waves, and he knew it felt better in his hands than a brand-new football. She made everything look so easy. So perfect.
“How about you?” he asked, his throat thick and almost choking him.
“Huh?” She pulled out glasses. “Oh. I’m the youngest.”
“Any other siblings?” he asked politely.
“Nope, just the one.”
He nodded, taking the champagne out of the bag and removing the gold foil before working on the cork. She’d picked it after he’d told her to choose whatever she wanted because he was paying for it, and it had been ridiculously cheap. Any other woman he took out would have picked only a top shelf item, but she’d kept it under fifteen dollars.
It had been refreshingly charming and a welcomed change of pace.
