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It was his own fault. What had he expected her to do? Those sex stilts she’d been wearing last night weren’t exactly conducive to long walks. He’d just wanted her out of his house and didn’t care how she made that happen.
Suave, he was not. He also wasn’t thinking straight. Kelly wouldn’t ever be the type of woman he could dismiss, even if it was for her own damn good. She didn’t know what kind of man he was. He’d be doing her a favor if he kept his distance.
He expelled a long breath and headed up the drive to the back door, which she’d very considerately left unlocked at his suggestion. This must be what it was like to live with someone. Sharing control wasn’t something he relished. Probably why his lovers rarely spent the night. Even negotiating what to have for breakfast seemed like too much trouble.
He liked his life just as it was. Was that so wrong? And true, Kelly had “borrowed” his car, but at least she hadn’t hung around with mopey eyes waiting for him to say he’d call though they both knew it was a lie.
Small favors.
He went into the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel to mop up the sweat dripping down his chest. It was already heading past 75 and it wasn’t even six. Today promised to be one of the hottest days of the year.
His thoughts shuddered to a stop as he saw the note on the table. She’d crossed out his pithy message and written one of her own.
Didn’t want to be late. I’ll be sure to return your car in the same condition I borrowed it, with one exception. I’m not wearing panties. And the leather in your Acura is so soft and supple…
Spencer groaned aloud. God, she had to be kidding. She wouldn’t grind her juicy pussy against his seats.
Even if she had left a lipstick kiss at the bottom of the note.
He rubbed at the headache brewing between his eyes. Didn’t matter what she ground where. He’d have the seats professionally cleaned if necessary but he wasn’t getting involved with her. She’d proven to be a bit more dogged in her pursuit than he’d expected—while also remaining oddly, seductively aloof—but he’d dealt with worse. If he knew anything, it was how to handle women.
Smiling, he pitched the towel in the garbage, the same place he ditched her note. He felt better already.
Car or no car, Kelly Crossman wasn’t going to get the better of him.
* * * * *
“Meeting in the conference room in ten.”
Kelly didn’t look up from where she’d stationed herself on the floor in the romance section. As Spencer had requested, she’d begun reorganizing the space to be more eye-catching, though she’d had to bargain with Marcia for ten minutes to be given an hour off the register. Now she’d barely started and they were summoning her to a meeting.
A grin curved her mouth as she stared at the bodice ripper in her lap. Maybe Spencer wanted to show off his preference for public performances by taking her on the conference table in front of the staff. Nah, not likely. That was what the club was for.
If she went back to Kink again tonight and he didn’t show, she was going to be very disappointed. She hadn’t been entirely lying in her note about how arousing she found the leather in his car. Imagining him fingering her had turned up the wetness factor until she’d been squirming. Pity she hadn’t worn panties or else she would’ve left them tucke
d discreetly in his glove box.
With a sigh, she stacked books in alphabetical order and tried to calm her racing heart as the hordes mobilized around her. Lots of moving feet meant this was a full staff meeting, which didn’t happen often. That fact was confirmed when she walked past the checkout counter and saw a long line in front of the lone cashier—her nemesis Leigh. Even Marcia had been summoned.
This couldn’t be good.
“So you don’t have to head back for the big meeting, huh?” she asked Leigh as she passed.
“Somebody has to help the customers.” Leigh’s smile dripped insincerity. “Unlike some of you, I don’t have problems doing my job.” Before Kelly could reply, she turned one thousand watts on the next customer. “Cash or charge? The Book Nook credit card, perhaps?”
Okay, what was the deal with that? Was she getting special perks from the boss? Special perks that went part and parcel with embraces in his office?
Gritting her teeth, Kelly headed down the hallway to the last door before Spencer’s office. She probably deserved the bitch treatment. God knows she wasn’t exactly warm toward Leigh on most occasions. But it was just patently unfair that Leigh’s hair shone coppery red and her eyes were a mossy green rarely found in nature. She was tiny and adorable and completely together at all times.
It really pissed her off.
She stepped into the conference room. Voices buzzed, though few members of the staff were seated.
A niggle of alarm brewed in Kelly’s stomach when Marcia, Cale and Tony’s gazes zeroed in on her. This couldn’t be about her, could it? What could she have done? Other than bone the boss, but she was pretty sure Spencer wouldn’t have a staff meeting to announce that fact.
She dropped into a chair at one end of the table. Normally one of the cashiers would lean over and whisper some inconsequential gossip, but today both women beside her remained stone-faced and silent.
Out of habit, she started to reach for her PDA, which she normally carried in her pocket. God, she missed her electronic security blanket.
