“What sort of a question is that?” Shock vibrated in him, pulling him upright so he appeared taller than normal. “I’ve never hit a woman in my life.”
“What if I wanted you to spank me? Would you?”
His mouth dropped open and confusion clouded his face. “You’re joking, right?”
I shook my head. “I can’t go out with you again. Your friends were disrespectful, and you blamed me. As if I asked for him to stare at my boobs and grab my ass.”
“I—”
“Please go. I don’t want to see you again.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Jeesh, what part of that didn’t he understand? “Yes.”
“Don’t you realize I’m doing you a favor by going out with you?” His dark brows drew together until they were a slash across the top of his eyes. Shock transformed into outrage.
“Get out,” I ordered in a firm voice. “Now.”
“You’ll come to your senses,” he snapped. “And when you do, don’t bother crawling back to ask forgiveness. I don’t do second chances.” He slammed the door so hard my ears rang, ending our date with crashing finality. Not a stellar evening.
But guess what? I’m footloose and fancy free.
All I need to do is find a man.
A grin formed on Connor’s face as he read the blog entry. Most people would label it a smirk. Hell, he knew where Maggie could find a man.Hewas that man. Damn, he couldn’t take this. He had to talk to her today, come to an understanding.
Half an hour later, he leaned on the intercom button, and a curious neighbor let him inside—probably to stop the racket at such an ungodly hour on a Sunday morning.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he raced up to the second floor and thumped on Maggie’s door. She took a long time to answer. Finally, the door flew open. Maggie…her hair. It was the first time he’d ever seen it loose, and it rippled down her back, stopping just above the curve of her ass.
“Hey.”Weak, Connor. He cleared the lump from his throat and sought a witty comeback. His gaze slipped to her breasts. Rounded and sexy. Tempting. A distraction.
“Connor!” A blush crept over her cheeks and down her neck. “Having a good look?”
Connor wanted to explore the pink glow with his lips. “You shouldn’t answer the door dressed like that.”
“You’re early.” Maggie scowled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Watching her butt, he followed her into the kitchenette, mesmerized by the dark locks glinting under the artificial light. It took him another four steps before he realized all she wore was an oversize T-shirt. He glanced down. Great legs. Normally she hid them beneath ankle length skirts or baggy sweats.
“Should I make coffee?”
“Yes. I need a shower.” She padded down the passage and disappeared into a room at the end. Connor didn’t move until he heard the rattle of pipes and the distant spray of water. A visual formed in his mind. Dark hair dripping wet, nipples playing peek-a-boo while Maggie lazily soaped her body…Hell.The last thing he needed right now was to imagine her naked.
Coffee. Yeah. He forced himself to walk into the kitchen, arousal shooting through his veins and pooling in his groin. He needed to stick to the plan he’d formulated in the early hours of this morning, after he’d seen her blog entry.Talk to her today. Part A of the plan. Part B was keeping her, but that was on a need-to-know basis.
Spanking—that might cause a few problems too, but first things first.
Coffee…
Connor was familiar with the layout of Maggie’s apartment since the Tight Five often hung out at her place. It didn’t take him long to make coffee. By the time the shower stopped, water dripped through the coffee filter and the fragrant scent of ground beans filled the kitchen.
He waited. Where was she? Five minutes passed, then five more. He imagined her drying her body, smoothing on her body lotion smelling of old-fashioned lavender, brushing the knots from her long hair and restraining it into the braid she favored.
He grasped the edge of the table until his knuckles whitened. Damn, he had to get his lust under control. He couldn’t touch her, except in friendship. Not yet.Patience, man. Cursing, he grabbed two white china mugs from the cupboard and poured coffee. He steeled himself at the scuff of footsteps. Seconds later he smelled lavender, and Maggie breezed into the kitchen.
“Why are you so early?” she asked. “Didn’t you see Gwen or whoever you’re going out with last night?”
