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“The power’s not even on and it’s hot as blazes in here. You’ll roast.”
“I’ll be fine. Just go, please? I’m really beat, it was a long drive from Chicago.”
He turned to leave, then hesitated. “Look, your mom’s furniture is all still in her house. Why don’t you stay over there tonight? It’ll be more comfortable than the floor.”
Stay there? With him? And give him another chance to use her again? Do I have I’m A Sucker stamped on my forehead? No, thanks, mister.
Then she thought about her revenge plan, one of her main reasons for coming back here. Hadn’t she intended all along to get involved with J. J. Winfield? Seduce and destroy. Entice and evade. It appeared he was handing her the prime opportunity to do exactly that.
But that was with J. J. Winfield. The spoiled, weak, pale and pasty-faced J. J. Winfield she’d pictured in her mind for so long. Not Jack. Definitely not golden-haired, laughing-eyed Jack with the strong hands, the perfect mouth and the big…
“What do you say, Kate? Just for one night.” He raised a brow and gave her a wicked smile. “It could be fun.”
One night. One more night like the one they’d shared at the Rialto? She might never survive it. Though, there was no doubt in her mind she’d love every minute of it. Every deep, sweaty, hot, pounding, orgasmic minute of it.
Get your mind out of your pants, Kate! This man could hurt her. She was already too vulnerable to him, too attracted to him. Damn it, she already liked him too much. Or at least she had before she’d decided he was a creep and a user. Another interlude with Jack and she might find herself forgetting she wasn’t allowed to like him anymore. She could be the one with the broken heart if she followed through on her seduction idea.
No, there had to be another way—a less dangerous way—to even the score with the Winfields. One that wouldn’t risk her own emotions. Emotions she’d become quite adept at protecting over the years. After all, with the examples set by women in her family, emotional self-preservation was a requirement. Nobody else looked after a Tremaine woman…except a Tremaine woman.
“I’ll be fine. I can open a window.”
“What about the vandals?”
She shrugged. “My mother told me the sheriff caught the kids who sprayed her house. They’d apparently hit a lot of other houses in town with the paint cans, and now they’re doing five hundred hours community service each.”
“Good. Still, you don’t need to stay here. Come on, it makes sense. Your mom’s place is furnished, and lit. Aren’t you achy from your drive? Don’t you feel like taking a long shower?”
“I know what you do in showers,” she snapped, remembering his comment from the theater.
He thought about it and chuckled. “I just moved in today.”
“Doesn’t take too long for some men.”
“Zing. Was that another comment about how quickly it was over the first time?”
Quick? Ha! In her memory she could still feel him making love to her. Riding her, filling her, rolling orgasm after orgasm over her body. She’d felt him inside her for weeks.
“No,” she finally replied. “And I think you mean only time. First implies there could be a second.” Or a twentieth.
But there wouldn’t!
He ignored her comment. “I promise the shower’s clean, Kate. As for anything happening between us…”
She waited, wondering if he’d make some flirtatious, sexy suggestion that they pick up where they’d left off weeks before. If he did, she’d have to kick him, she really would.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry. Strictly platonic.”
She found herself wanting to kick him anyway.
As if his silence in the past weeks wasn’t bad enough, now he’d basically admitted he didn’t want her even though she’d practically fallen right back into his arms? She hated to admit it, but her femininity took a definite hit.
“Well, maybe a shower would be nice,” she mused out loud, suddenly wanting some payback, wanting to remind him what he was missing out on. She tilted her head from side to side to work out some imaginary kinks in her neck, then raised her arms above her head to stretch. Arching her back so her breasts pushed tight against the cotton tank top, she hid a look of satisfaction as Jack stared, long and hard.
