“Don’t be mad. Please?”
He shakes his head, picks the flowers off the floor, and hugs me. “I’m mostly mad at your stupid undead husband. Call me when you get out, okay?” After he goes I’m left alone with my thoughts until Mr. Sexy-suit reenters my room, rolls the U-shaped table over my bed and sets two coffees down.
I open, sip, and pure heaven rushes through my veins.
Sitting next to the bed, Andy watches me through half-lidded eyes and I wish I could read his thoughts.Andy. I say his name again in my head. It’s too old-fashioned for a guy like him. All I can think of is the TV show with the kid, Aunt Bee, and Mayberry which is so not right. My Andy is metropolitan, suave, and sophisticated.
He seems content to sit and stare but when his glance goes to my lips, I blush. I know what I saw in the mirror this morning. This god-like man is a ten, and me? I’m a seven on a good day with the lights lowered.
“Where’re you from, Andy?”
“North Carolina.” His grin removes another chunk of cement from my senseless heart.
“I don’t believe it. Where’s your accent?” I play it cool on the outside while instructing the lust between my legs to shut the hell up.
“I lost the drawl in college. Y’all want tah hey-ah a little-oh bit?” His gorgeous grin gets wider and brown eyes sparkle over the top of his coffee lid.
One minute he’s all business, and then, this gentle jokester. I can’t figure him out. All I know is this. If he keeps chipping away at me, I could be in serious trouble. Perhaps I should change the subject, remind him of my messed-up life.
However, when I put down my cup, our fingers brush together and we linger, eyes saying much of what sparks between us. One of his fingers uncurls and strokes mine, testing the waters.
To shut down the heated lust throbbing between my legs, I squeeze my knees together but leave my hand right where it is.
My gaze raises to his chiseled chin, lips, then dark chocolate eyes. “Did the police figure out what happened to me?”
One eyebrow twitches. “As far as we know, your car got a parking ticket after you left the club. I think someone grabbed you, drugged you, and put you back in your car. The police report states your car jumped the sidewalk and ran into the side of the building.”
I shudder not only at the accident but the persistence of his one-fingered caress. “Thank God no one was killed.”
“You ready to tell me why, luv?” When he moves his coffee to those lips, I’m actually jealous of the cup.
It’s time for me to trust him… just not this second.
“I promise to show you something after my gig tonight but first, you’ll need to get me out of here.” My pulse quickens while I hold my breath. I need him, but even more I need my job. My rent is due.
