Page 31 of Making Over Maris

Chapter Six

After dinner he took her home. Sara’s body hummed with excitement the whole way.

She’d been on a lot of dates with a lot of guys. Some of them she’d slept with, but she’d never felt this kind of tension.

Maybe it was because she wasn’t really sure if he wanted her.

Oh, she knew he would fuck her. She knew if she crooked her finger toward the bedroom, he’d be naked in her bed in a flash. Jack had the reputation around the office for being a regular horn dog, a guy who would mate with anything that moved—if it would hold still long enough.

But did he want her?

On the other hand, did it matter?

She’d already resigned herself to abject spinsterhood. She was never going to find that guy. The one who would love her and cherish her and complete her.

That left only this.

And she wanted him.

And he was horny.

She would seduce him.

Tonight.

Strictly for training purposes.

He pulled up in front of her house and cut the engine. She turned to ask him to come in but he was already out of the car and heading around to open her door. His hand was warm as he helped her from the low seat, his gaze warmer. He walked her up on to the porch and stopped.

He glanced at her and ran a finger around his collar. “So. Sara. I have a question.”

“Yes?” She stepped closer.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night. You know. How to handle this. I found a website online that said open communication was the best approach when—”

“Jack.”

He blinked. “Yes, Sara?”

“What’s your question?”

“Do-do I kiss you good night?”

A thrill danced through her. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“All right then.”

“It won’t be a fake kiss though.”

“A what?”

“Well…” He shuffled his feet. “This is a fake date. I wasn’t sure what kind of kiss you give on a fake date. But I don’t want to give you a fake kiss.”

Why, oh why, did that melt her heart? It was a stupid, goofy, dorky thing to say. But also unbearably sweet.

“A real kiss would be fine, Jack. But no lip mashing.”