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I smiled. “So what’s on the agenda for today? You two sticking your heads in a shark’s mouth or letting a blind man shoot an apple off the top of your heads with a rifle?”
“We actually don’t have anything lined up since we were supposed to leave soon. Obviously there’s been a change of plans since we have to stick around a few more days for the hearing. But Louise loves the steel drums, and I saw a sign in the lobby about a beach party the hotel’s having this afternoon with music, so I thought maybe we’d do that and catch a little sun.”
“Think you can manage to keep your clothes on while you’re on the beach?”
“It won’t be as much fun, but I can handle that. What about you? What time is your flight?”
“I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not leaving today. I’m also sticking around until after the hearing. I want to make sure my grandmother doesn’t give the judge a piece of her mind and get locked up again.”
“I’d say that’s ridiculous and would never happen so you can go home and not worry, but I wouldn’t put it past her. It’s probably good that you stay. Plus, between us, I think she likes having you around.”
I nodded, quiet for a minute.
“So…” Nora nibbled on her plump bottom lip. “About last night—what happened before Richard showed up.”
I rubbed my lip. “You mean when you told me you give great head, or when you kissed me?”
She blushed. The alcohol had definitely made her bolder. “Both.”
“What about it?”
“Well, I just wanted to say, I don’t think it’s a good idea if we pick up where we left off, especially with you staying a few days.”
That was deflating, though I didn’t let it show. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Neither am I.” I tilted my head. “Sounds like we’re on the same page, and it might be avery goodidea if we pick up where we left off. Actually, scratch that. I wasn’t a gentleman. Maybe we should start over. You told me you gave good head, but I didn’t share that I would love to bury my face between your legs until you scream.”
Nora’s eyes widened briefly, but then she looked away and cleared her throat. “While that’s a generous offer, I think it’s best if we stay friends.”
I smirked. “We’re not friends. We don’t like each other enough.”
“We don’t like each other enough to be friends, but we like each other enough to have sex?”
I nodded. “That’s right. People can be physically attracted to each other without liking each other’s personalities.”
“So you don’t like my personality?”
“Not particularly. You like to lecture me. The only part of that I enjoy is imagining the different ways I might shut you up by sticking something in your mouth.” I leaned forward. “And I think you like the thought of that, too. Am I wrong?”
Nora’s chest rose a little higher, and her eyes darkened.I’m definitely not wrong.But then she looked away again, and when her gaze returned, she’d gotten control of herself. “I like sex, but I don’t like messy. And I don’t mean that in the literal sense,” she said. “If I didn’t care about things becoming tangled, I would have accepted Richard’s offer to stay the night. We had decent-enough chemistry when we were together.”
My jaw clenched. I wasn’t a jealous guy. In fact, in most of my casual relationships, I adopted the old Clinton military position—Don’t ask. Don’t tell. I supposed the fact that it irked me to think of her with another guy should’ve been a red flag, though Nora was the kind of woman who was worth a little risk. But I already knew she wasn’t the type who wanted to be coaxed into anything—only she decided what she was up for.
Nevertheless, we’d met twice now and almost wound up in bed as many times, so I liked the odds of leaving the ball in her court.
“I’ll be around if you change your mind,” I told her.
Nora drank the last of her coffee, wiped her mouth, and tossed her napkin on her empty plate. “I should get going for yoga. Will I see you at the beach later for the party?”
“Probably not. I have a lot of work to do.”
She stood. “Shame. I was kind of looking forward to seeing what’s under those crisp dress shirts you seem to like so much.”
“Three-one-nine,” I said.
“Is that the exercise regimen you do or something?”
