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I jumped about three feet in the air when there was a knock and mentally scolded myself for being such a sissy as Scotty announced himself. “It’s just me.”
I let him in, and he closed the door and relocked it, then reached behind me and ran his finger along the top of my shorts. The simple touch made the backs of my knees tingle, and after he slid my phone back beneath the waistband, he took a step and put space between us… much to my chagrin. “That was fast.” I hoped he couldn’t sense my disappointment that he was no longer touching me.
“Didn’t take long to get the ball rolling.”
“What did you do?”
“Do you know what I do for a living?”
I shook my head. “Not really. Just where you work.”
“All right. First up, kiss me.” He stood there expectantly. He knew what he wanted, but he was giving me the choice this time. And because I wanted him, I didn’t hesitate to close the distance, push up on my toes, and kiss him. He let me this time, and I loved that. I hazily wondered if he’d let me do other things to him. The image of me sitting between his legs, stroking his long, hard cock as his abdominals flexed and sweat beaded his skin caused my body to instinctually press against his.
I felt him smile against my mouth, and he slowly pulled away, that cocky grin a huge tease. “Love that, sugar. We’ll get back to it later.” He pulled a piece of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “Second, have you ever seen that guy before?”
“What guy?” I forgot about anyone other than the man before me.
“Gordon Wilson. The delivery guy.”
“How did you know his name?”
He tilted his head. “Again, babe, it’s what I do for a living. Now, have you ever seen him before?”
“Oh, no. Never. At least I don’t think so.”
He dipped his chin. “All right then. Third, until I know more about him, I don’t want you alone. So either pack a bag and come to my place, or I’ll sleep on your couch.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“Maybe not, but I’m not taking any chances.” He wrapped both arms around my waist, and I was forced to tilt my head up. “Not with you. Never with you.”
CHAPTER 10
Scotty
Paris ducked her head as she pushed some of her shiny blond hair behind her ears. When she looked up again, a shy expression played on her face. “What do you drink?”
Typically, she worked hard to maintain the fallacy of who she wasn’t, so the authentic Paris shining through was rare. The way she blinked and avoided my eyes shouldn’t have made me as happy as it did, but her nervous yet adorable energy meant I was getting through to her. She wasn’t getting sassy to try to make me leave or turn me down.
A swell of pride made it difficult not to pound my chest. “Water.”
Her button nose scrunched. “I mean alcohol.”
“My answer still stands.”
“Hold on.” Wrinkles on her forehead came and went quickly. “You were drinking at the wedding.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
A dark eyebrow arched. “I remember the bartender getting us both drinks, how are you going to tell me you weren’t?”
“You remember that, huh?” I took the opportunity to pounce on that small detail.
She rolled her lips and swallowed loudly. “I remember everything from that night.”
Fucking fantastic. “I was drinking sparkling water with a lime. I don’t drink, Paris.”
“Why don’t you drink?”
