From the look Mac shot her, that sounded about as good out loud as it did in Rory’s head, but she certainly couldn’t tell her sister theactualreason she hadn’t had enough time to put her hair in a twist. That’d go over about as well as a fart in church.
“Did you now?” Mac stood to her full height and crossed her arms over her chest. “And where was that?”
“Um…where?”
“Mhmm. What magazine did you see it in? Sounds like something I should be readin’ up on.”
Well, shit. Rory hadn’t thought this through, and she certainly hadn’t imagined Mac would press her on it. But if there was one thing she’d learned from her years as a mom, it was being able to lie on the spot.
“It was in that stack of magazines Momma gave me. I’ll look for it tonight and get it to you.” Never mind what an impossible task that’d be, considering there was no such article. There wasn’t even a stack of magazines from their momma. What was happening to her? All this twisting and turning and bald-faced lying just to keep—
“Mornin’, ladies.” Nash strolled into her office like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like his mouth hadn’t been all over her breasts only eight hours ago. “Y’all’re lookin’ beautiful as always.”
“Well, if it ain’t Nash King, Mr. Sweet-Talker.” Mac turned toward him with a smile.
“Sweet-Talker?” Nash dropped into one of the chairs in front of Rory’s desk, hooking his arm over the back, casual as you please. “You know that as recently as yesterday, I got told I had quite the dirty mouth on me?” With a grin that spelled trouble with a capital T, he shot Rory a wink. “You believe that, Rory?”
Rory choked on nothing but air and started sputtering, fumbling around for something to do with her hands other than strangling Nash.
Mac laughed, shooting Rory a quick glance, probably to ensure she hadn’t inhaled her own tongue. “I think just about everyone would believe that.”
He rested his hand over his heart. “You wound me, Mac.”
“Yeah, I bet.” She rolled her eyes and shuffled her purse out of the way to sit. “What’re you doin’ here?”
Rory busied herself with whatever she could find on her desk. Random papers? Time to go ahead and alphabetize them. Backward. That should keep her mind occupied enough not to blurt out something highly inappropriate in front of the guy who’d had his cockandtongue inside her, and her sister who couldn’t know anything at all about the aforementioned acquaintance.
Of course, Rory had known the time would come when she’d have to interact with Nash in a business setting. He was at town hall all the time, securing the proper permits and such. She just thought she’d have more than a couple of hours to get used to the fact that he knew what she looked like naked. That he knew what it felt like to be inside her. That he knew what sounds she made when she came.
Sweet fancy Moses, he knew whatsoundsshe made when shecame.
“…and since I can’t figure out a way to get it all in at once, I thought I’d swing by to see if Rory had any ideas.”
Rory snapped her head up at the sound of her name, the tail end of what Nash had been saying seeping into her brain. It reminded her of all the “getting it in” they’d had to do last night and caused all sorts of completely inappropriate things to happen to her lady business. Oh, this was not good. Not good atall.
“I’ve no doubt y’all’ll be able to work it all in,” Mac said without a hint of humor, and Rory nearly fell off her damn chair.
“Excuse me?”
“Aw, c’mon, Rory.” Mac shot her an encouraging smile. “Now’s not the time to be humble. I’m sure Nash is thrilled to have you on his team because you’re so good at handlin’ big jobs and makin’ sure the hard things fit when there’s no way they should.”
“Sheisawfully good at that, isn’t she?” Nash asked, his eyes positively gleaming as he regarded Rory.
When Mac wasn’t looking, Rory shot Nash a glare—one she hoped like hell said he’d better knock it off right that second. By the time Mac faced Rory again, she’d replaced her laser death eyes with what she hoped passed for a confident smile.
“I’m, well—” She cleared her throat and forced herself to meet Nash’s gaze head on. They were talking about one of their potential jobs, that was all. They most certainly were not talking about what he was packing behind his zipper and how hard he’d had to work to sink that entire length inside her.
“I’m happy to brainstorm ways we can make it work,” she finally said. “I’ll do anything I can to help.”
“Anything?” He leaned back in the chair, his left ankle braced on his opposite knee, as if he weren’t turning her panties into a mess just by twisting around a few words. “I had no idea you were willin’ to be so hands-on.”
Now he was just taunting her. With narrowed eyes, she snapped, “I’m only hands on when I need to be.”
Silence fell over the room, and Mac darted her eyes between the two of them. “Umm…”
Rory placed her palms on her desk and took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Much as I’d like to help you right now, Nash, I’m on town hall time, so it’ll have to wait until later.”
“Of course. Sorry ’bout that. I don’t wanna interrupt before you can finish what you need to.” Nash stared at her with a look so blatant in its sexual undertone, she was surprised her panties didn’t spontaneously combust. “Anyway, I bet I can figure out a way to get it done on my own.”
