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“I think we should go and have dinner. There’s this charming Italian restaurant- “
“We’re not in a relationship.”
“We’re trying to have a baby.” Bracing his hands at the sides of her head, he managed to trap her.
“We’ve done that, have been doing that. I’m sure if I wasn’t pregnant before, I most certainly am now.”
“Sex?” He clicked his tongue at her, green eyes dancing in merriment. “Is that all you can think about? I’m simply inviting you out to dinner. One where we dress up and sit down for a nice meal and just talk.”
It was so tempting she almost said yes and that pissed her off. “I have work to do. The time we spent at the cabin and me being here last night cut into my deadline. Now I’m going to have to spend ages making up for it.”
“You have to eat.”
“I’ll grab something from home. Now, I really have to go.”
“When then?”
“Get this through your thick skull, we’re not in a relationship.”
“I’ll call and set up a – “ He backed away at the heat coming from her eyes. “Or simply wait until you’re in a reasonable frame of mind.”
“Where you’re concerned, that’s going to take a while. Now, let me out.”
With a reluctant nod, he stepped back and keyed in the code.
“Don’t bother coming with me. I know my way out.”
Brady watched as she sashayed her way towards the flight of stairs and disappeared from view. Closing the doors, he leaned against it and dragged his hands through his hair. He would have happily blown up his day if she’d agreed to stay with him. With a rueful shake of his head, he strode through the passageway and headed up the stairs.
*****
She refused to think about last night and this morning as she navigated through traffic. It was almost nine in the morning and she would have thought that traffic would be light. Tapping her fingers on the wheel impatiently, she waited for the light to change before zipping through and changing lanes. She smelled like him.
The sweater had been laundered because she could smell the laundry detergent and softener, but his expensive cologne managed to surface, making it difficult for her to stop thinking about him. She should have refused his invitation to go home with him last night.
“Oh Lord. Gimme some reggae.” When the music came on, she turned up the volume and tried to concentrate on the lyrics.
She wasn’t interested in a relationship and she was firm on that. Hopefully, the time she’d spent with him for the past couple of days would do the trick, and if it didn’t happen, well! She blew out a breath and braked at the light.
She was falling under his spell, whatever that meant. The man’s touch was lethal, his body was magnificent, all that toned flesh and well-developed muscles.
He was good, no, she decided, good wasn’t an appropriate word to describe what he could do.
But then again, he'd been at it for years, why the hell wouldn’t he be excellent? An expert? His kisses – how can he make her dissolve with just one kiss?
Taking a deep breath, she continued the rest of the way home.
*****
“I’ve been busy with some personal things lately.” Angela was giving her the beady eye which told her that she was hopelessly late. She’d jumped into the shower and grabbed the first thing as she opened her closet.
A snug sweater dress and ankle boots. Her hair was a hopeless tangle and she hadn’t had time to go through the usual ritual. Giving up and cursing Brady to hell, she pinned it up and hadn’t bothered with makeup.
“Just coffee for me, Ben. Thanks.” She told the besotted waiter.
“You said you went to the cabin to get some work done. Honey, this is just the first draft.”
“I’m not satisfied with a few of the scenes. Thanks, Ben.” She accepted the cup with an absent smile.
