"No, this was the first time." I had no idea why I was explaining myself to David.
David's muscles rippled under his black T-shirt as he sat up. "Where is he?"
I frowned. "Who?"
"Jean."
"How the hell would I know?"
This was the weirdest conversation I ever remembered having.
"You said he gave you a ride home."
"Yes, and he let me off at the front door and then he left."
Sort of.
One of David's dark eyebrow flickered as he raised it. "Did he try and come inside?"
"No."
Not that I would have let him inside in the first place.
"But he asked you out, didn't he?"
My face flushed. There was no way to prevent it. "He did, and I politely refused. I don't date people I work with."
I was not comfortable with the smirk that crossed David's face when he stood and started toward me.
He stopped right in front of me. I realized almost instantly that I was a couple of inches taller than David, but he was definitely wider, thicker. He had a whole lot more muscle mass than I did.
He also felt larger than life.
Powerful.
Mesmerizing.
God, I needed to get laid.
David cracked a grin. "I'm pretty sure I can help you with that."
Oh god, had I said that out loud?
I sucked in a breath when David's hand landed on my chest and slowly moved down. I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing that this was a really bad idea but unable to stop it.
"Here's the deal," David said. "One night, no strings. Understand?"
Not really.
"Explain it to me."
David reached up and stroked his finger across my bottom lip. "I've wanted a taste of you for a very long time, Dr. Skip Jones, but I don't do relationships. Ever."
My heart fell.
"I want that taste, but only if you understand that this is a onetime deal. No strings. No attachments. Just the two of us enjoying each other for the night." He raised his eyebrow again. "Clear enough for you?"
Unfortunately, yes. I understood exactly what he was saying.
