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“I don’t believe it.” I sighed. “Well, I’m honest enough to admit when I’m beat. And I’m beat. To the victors go the spoils, and all of that.”
He looked me up and down.
“So what do you want?” I asked at length.
“You.”
Chapter Three
Jennifer
“You can’t have me,” I said bluntly, shaking my head. “What century is this? You don’t just get me in bed because you won a stupid bet.”
“I never said anything about getting you in bed.” His smooth voice hit my ears like velvet and honey. My mouth flew open when I deciphered the words. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Jennifer.”
“I… it was implied,” I said, a petulant tone coming into my voice.
“I think not. I only meant that I wanted the pleasure of your company. Any other implications were born purely of your ownfantasy.”
A thrilling shiver went down my spine when he said the wordfantasy. And the worst thing was that he wasn’t even trying.
“Well, what do you mean by the pleasure of my company, then?”
“Just that. I thought it was fairly obvious on the surface what I wanted.”
His eyes burned into me. I’ve seen creepy guys undress me with my eyes before, and it was so disgusting. This was different. His gaze simply said to me that he knew the thoughts dancing like lightning through my mind.
“Now, Jenny,” Dill said, clearing his throat. “Don’t welch on a bet.”
“Dilbert, you can go ahead and lock up for the night. Jennifer and I will be leaving now.”
“We will?” I looked down at myself. “Look, man, I’ve been busting my ass in this kitchen all night. I am dead tired. I have a film of dirty dishwater on my skin. I’ll ‘give you the pleasure of my company’ as you so quaintly put it, but I insist on a chance to shower and change.”
“I see.” His blue eyes looked right through me. I felt a hot flush come to my cheeks. My heart hammered in my chest so hard I thought for certain he must be able to hear it. “I appreciate that you want to look your best for me.”
I bristled, putting my hands on my hips and glaring. He maintained his composure. I’ve even made the King of the Kitchen Ramone wilt with this look. It didn’t seem to work. If anything, he got the same light in his eyes that one gets when faced with a ferocious kitten attacking a ball of string.
“I just don’t want to be gross.” My belly rumbled. “You’d better be planning on feeding me.”
“Your needs will be satisfied.”
His eyes smoldered, and my knees grew weak.
“Did you go to school on how to make everything sound dirty?” I blurted.
“Is what I said dirty, Jennifer?” His eyes ran up and down my form. “Or did you just want it to be?”
I turned my back on him, unable to deal with the feelings he kept stirring up inside.
“Let’s just get this over with. I’m going home to shower and change.” I checked the time and laughed. “I hope you know a restaurant open this late that doesn’t have golden arches in front of it.”
“I’m sure I can find something worthy of your palate.” His eyes open a bit wider. “Unless of course you would like to postpone?”
Postpone? And have thoughts of him running through my mind for a day or two? Hell no. I didn’t want him bouncing around in my skull. I just wanted this whole thing done with.
“Oh no, buddy. We’re doing this now so I don’t have it hanging over my head. You wanted to collect your bet, well, you’re going to collect tonight.”
His lips parted in a grin as we reached the restaurant lobby. It always looked a little different with all the lights off.
