“Oh.”
Even in my shame, my fractured mind pulled up the image of him in that peignoir business.
What was happening to me? Why couldn’t I control my own mind?
I pulled away from my wandering thoughts and refocused—with some difficulty—on the man in front of me. The shock on his face was a brutal reality check.
Get it together, Baker.
“I . . . wow. Sorry,” I whispered, my voiced cracking as I tried to look anywhere but at him.
“No need to be sorry, Kit. These things happen.” He patted my shoulder. “And if it means anything at all, you are afantastickisser.”
My face went hot, and I brought my hands to my eyes, covering them. As if that would hide me from my own idiocy.
“Oh, come on, Kit. I like you way too much to hold this against you.”
My eyes flashed to his. “You like me?”
“Of course, honey. You’re a likable guy.”
“No, I mean, you’re attracted to me?” I asked, wondering why I was pursuing this line of thought.
Did I really just kiss Skylar?
“Of course I’m attracted to you. You’re gorgeous and you look hot in a pair of Wranglers. On top of which, you’re a good man. A very tempting package.” His smile was at once encouraging and . . . fragile, maybe? He looked down. “I know what people think of me. I may be a sugar baby, but I’m a very loyal person, and don’t like it when people assume otherwise.”
I swore under my breath. I had really fucked up. Not just kissing a man—what the hell—kissing atakenman. Something I would never do.
“Again, I am so, so sorry.”
“No offense taken.” He shivered. “My current sugar daddy would love it if I shared. It’s not for me, though.”
I reached out and grabbed his arm, suddenly aware of the fragile nature of his situation. “He’s not forcin’ you to do anything, is he?”
Sky shook his head. “Rich likes to test out the boundaries, but he’ll respect a no,” he said with a wink. His expression shifted to a bit more serious. “More importantly, I’m here in a therapeutic capacity,” he said, holding up his gloved hands. “I know that might seem laughable to you, but even though you’re not officially my patient, I take it seriously. So, we’re gonna get you into that knee brace, and I’ll leave you to it.”
My cheeks flushed, either from the alcohol or from embarrassing myself. I couldn’t tell.
“Sorry, Sky.”
He brightened, giving me his most winning smile. “Nothing to worry about, cowboy. Just guarding my purity, you understand.”
I chuckled, grateful for the out. “Of course. I’d hate to besmirch your good name.”
He grinned as he took off his gloves. After tossing them in the trash bin by my bed, he set about putting me in the brace as gently—and quickly—as he could. Minutes later, he was directing me to bed, slipping on his sexy heels, and practically running out the door.
As I sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t account for kissing him the way I did.
What the hell was that about?
4
SKYLAR
I couldn’t tellif I was proud of myself for not diving face first into Kit’s lap, or if I’d just been the biggest idiot on the planet. Daddy Big Bucks and I had an open sort of agreement, but I never had the heart to test it out. Even if, as I often had to remind myself, we weren’t in an actual relationship.
That said, I needed my tiny crush on Kit to stay in my imagination, where it belonged. While I had enjoyed the kiss and even kissed him back a little, no good would come of exploring anything in that direction. So, I practically ran out to my Porsche, threw my things in the passenger seat, and took off like my ass was on fire. I made it all the way to the highway before my mind registered the car’s dinging reminder to put on my seatbelt.
