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She might as well have slapped him. “That’s different. You were always hot for me before.”
“I really want to go and you’ve always done what I wanted before.”
“Except what you wanted most, and I just now offered.”
She looked out the window and Rob peeled out of there. Not in the mood? How crazy was that? She’d been after his body for years and he was ready to give her what she wanted. What he’d always wanted but never allowed himself to act upon.
“You’re not even tempted?” he asked.
She hesitated for a second but then shook her head. “That can wait. After all these years, it’s just a short time more.”
And a visit to a dive just to check out the woman she’d evidently become immediately jealous of couldn’t wait? Disbelieving and shook up, he instead drove Kitt straight to Sugar’s. Had his worst fear come true? Was she “over” him?
Neither of them spoke but he could feel the heat of Kitt’s anger. “Don’t bother to get out,” she said when he stopped at the kerb.
She jumped out and ran towards the house.
Rob banged his fist on the steering wheel and drove away. Just because he wouldn’t take Kitt to that honky-tonk, she’d turned him down. He’d thought what he offered was more important to her than anything. Well, screw her. She didn’t know what she wanted. Or if she did, it obviously wasn’t him. Lionel, be damned. Maybe she really loved that wimp.
Entering the condo, Rob headed straight for the refrigerator where he popped a beer and, tipping his head back, let the cold stream flow down his throat. Kitt acted shocked when she saw the matches from The Silver Spoon. What the hell? She was a grown woman now. Maybe that was what she was trying to prove with her request to go there. Jealousy was another possible motive. Or maybe she was just playing hard to get.
And what was the craziness with her and the Kangaroo Gas Station? The price was the same as the station’s across the street. And he wasn’t sure she’d even paid attention to them.
It really stung that she wouldn’t come home with him. He wanted her. He’d always wanted her but he hadn’t let himself take Kitt. Today, he had a place he could bring her with pride. Years ago, they’d met at the old barn they’d visited yesterday. He’d really had to put up his guard alone in a deserted spot with Kitten, but her parents didn’t approve of her seeing him and it was the only place they could be together.
Switching on the TV, Rob kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes against the plush carpet. Nice. He loved his new digs. Chuckling, he pushed a button and the chair reclined. This was the good life. It was what he’d always wanted, although the circumstances for getting this far weren’t quite what he’d imagined.
Muting the stupid talk show that came on, Rob used the remote to bring in music. Soft rock. Leaning back his head, he closed his eyes. He’d always thought Kitt was pretty but she’d changed over the years. In high school, she wore glasses in the classroom, parted her brown hair in the middle and dressed plainly. No doubt due to the stuffy parents she had. But nowadays, she was smokin’ hot. Her long brown hair was streaked with gold and fringed bangs framed her gorgeous eyes—not glasses. Wearing short shorts that tickled his imagination, she looked sexy as all get-out, and there was nothing he’d like better than to slide his hot hard cock inside her sweet warm pussy.
But they couldn’t fuck in the barn on a dirt floor or anywhere there was a chance they might be caught, like her aunt’s house. He’d come back to Summerville to show everyone he might be Jed Harrison’s son but he wasn’t lazy or poor and he wasn’t the rotten-ass kid they thought he was in high school. When he finally made love to Kitt, he wanted everything to be exactly right. They’d waited too long for anything less. And today, he’d offered and she’d turned him down.
Kitt Maxwell was the only one who’d known him as a good guy. She always believed the best of him. Even though she’d heard firsthand from some of her friends he’d screwed them, she still liked him. She wanted him and he knew he could have had her, but he didn’t want to ruin the way she looked at him like he was some sort of god. He was a stupid ass to have taken the first fuck, because every girl after that who went out with him expected her turn, and if she didn’t get it, she made up lies that were worse.
Time with Kitt was like an oasis in a burning desert. If her uptight dad ever knew she’d let Rob Harrison crawl in her bedroom window and sit on the window bench across from her bed, he’d have jailed his ass.
Five times. He went there five times, and after the first, she’d have some special snack and a drink waiting. She never made him feel as if she was feeding the poor and hungry, and he didn’t believe she thought of it that way, although she probably knew.
The times they’d met in the barn, he’d played around a little to keep her satisfied so she wouldn’t screw someone else. Afterward, he’d have to jerk off, but it wasn’t so bad because he thought about her. Kitten. She was a gentle soul.
It had been a challenge keeping his pants zipped. And this afternoon he’d finally been ready to drop them. They were both adults and no way was she still a virgin. Look at her. Any guy in his right mind would have made a pass and being human, she would have given in to one of them. Lionel? Probably, but Rob still bet he was a loser.
Would it be a mistake for him to fuck Kitt now? Had she only wanted him back then because he’d played hard to get? Or did she think it would make her a part of the ‘in crowd’—those who’d been screwed by that bad boy, Rob Harrison?
No, Kitt wasn’t like that.
He had to find out what was what with her before she disappeared from his life again. But he didn’t know how to do it without having to field a lot of questions. He’d tried to leave her thinking he was still a chef but the whole truth was bound to come out. Half-truths wouldn’t cut it for long.
The phone was ringing, he suddenly realised. Maybe Kitt had changed her mind. He picked up hurriedly.
“Rob, I want you to pick me up this evening at quarter of six.” Damn. It was Suzette. “I’m having dinner with my agent at the Gaylord Palms in Orlando at seven.”
“It’s five o’clock now. Why didn’t you call earlier, Suzette?”
“I had a spa day. I know it’s short notice, but you needn’t have the Corvette washed. We’ll take my limo tonight.” She clicked off.
Why hadn’t she taken her phone to the spa and called him from there? He’d have to shower and dress and get going fast. If Kitt had come home with him, Suzette would have interrupted their first time getting it on together and that would have been bad. If he’d turned off his cell, he’d probably have lost his job. It might have been worth it. But he needed the money to live in his current lifestyle and without his arrangement with Suzette, he couldn’t keep this condo, the first real home he’d ever known.
He’d grown up in a hovel, joined the navy where he bunked on a ship or in a barracks, and come out to live in a rented room—until Suzette, who often ate at the restaurant where he worked, offered him better.
