I walk her to the door, and when she tries to pull me inside, I resist.
“I’m sorry about embarrassing you yesterday,” she says, standing on the threshold of my house, looking miserable.
“You didn’t embarrass me, Penny. I did.”
“But—”
I seal my lips over hers, disallowing the argument from continuing. Then I pull away and return to my truck.
She stands in the doorway as I drive off, her beautiful figure a beacon of light in the dark recesses of my soul.
How did it take me so long to realize what I needed?
And how do I get Penny to believe that everything I feel for her is real?
9
PENNY
All morning,I mull over the details of last night’s date, how perfect it was, and how I have Karmen and Duke to thank for it.
The fabulous dress I wore is destroyed, ripped at the hips and bust from when I was manhandling the potato gun. Karmen left me several others, along with some makeup that I only know how to put on due to her lengthy tutorial.
After a shower, I go out into the kitchen to find breakfast on the counter.
Happiness flutters in my chest, because not only is Greyson thoughtful, but he knows exactly what I like.
After eating way too much bacon, I get dressed, deciding to head into work.
All eyes are on me as I walk across the field, but Duke is the only one who tries to stop me.
“What do you think you’re doing out here?”
“About to check in to work.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Oh, yeah—watch me.”
I try to push past him, but his enormous body sidesteps in front of me. “Not in your condition.”
“Condition? What the hell am I supposed to do all day? Eat bon-bons and watch reality television.”
“I don’t care what you do, just so long as you?—”
“Duke!” Greyson calls. “Step aside and let Ms. Green pass.”
Duke mean-mugs me, but obeys his older brother, knowing better than to challenge him.
“Come with me.” Greyson gestures for me to follow.
We head into his office, and I’m overwhelmed by a rush that only he can bring on. When he dropped me off last night, I was eager to finish our evening inside, or, more specifically, in the bedroom, but he decided to leave, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m being punished for refusing him at his family’s dinner.
But that isn’t like Greyson.
“Sit down,” he says, and I take the seat across from him.
The commanding tone in his voice sends an electric sensation coursing through me, reminding me of what it felt like to be spread for him on his desk.
