She was an idiot to bait him.
And she got to him. Which she didn’t think was possible.
“He’s my boss! I can’t believe I did that!”
She let out another scream, then cranked up the music.
Talk about embarrassing herself.
She all but threw herself at him. He made himself clear he wasn’t interested.
No, no, no.
He was interested. He just didn’t want to admit it. That was the difference.
She knew what she saw.
The flicker of arousal in his dark eyes when he held her.
The way his calloused fingers almost caressed her arms rather than gripped her.
The amount of time he kept her in his arms after he caught her. Yep, he could have set her down and hadn’t.
It was as if he wanted the contact to test himself as much as she had.
But she didn’t want to be a test. She wanted him to look at her as she did him.
To feel for her what she was feeling for him.
You couldn’t force that stuff though.
She knew. She’d tried it enough in her dating life.
The music soothed her nerves as she drove into town and pulled into her driveway.
The minute she shut off the car, she remembered she’d left her clothes at Clay’s. The jeans and shirt she’d arrived in.
That was another thing. He was considerate enough to let her go to his house and shower and change.
Did she want to look around some? Sure, she did.
But she’d never do that. Never invade his privacy like that.
She’d climbed into his shower after stripping, the water hitting her body and cooling her down.
She didn’t wash her hair. She had nothing to dry it or the products she’d put in it.
It’d been in a ponytail while she helped set up, but she’d pulled it out when she was done and tousled it some with damp fingers and it was good enough.
She’d been in such a rush to get back, that she’d left her bag on the bathroom floor where she’d stuffed her jeans, shirt, and sneakers.
Her head hit the back of the seat in her SUV. Now she’d have to go back for it.
Or it could be an excuse to do it and see Clay again.
Once she calmed down.
She’d have to apologize too. She knew that.
