He reached for her hand.“I would love for us to be able to do that again sometime, if you’re into it.”
“I’m so into it.”The words tumbled out of her mouth before they’d formed fully in her head.“Getting back in the saddle takes a few tries, you know.”
Did she have no self-restraint around this man?It was as if her body was insistent on betraying her in every possible way.
“Practice makes perfect.”
His smile widened, incinerating her panties.She almost hopped in place from the heat.
“Well,” he said, “I guess we should get some makeup on.Lacey said I looked like death warmed over this morning.”
“You look fine, believe me.”
He leaned in and whispered.“And you look absolutely edible.”Nick moved in for a kiss, but one of the other crew members walked into the hallway.On a low grunt, he stepped aside.“Makeup time, Claire?”
“Makeup time.”
Nick greeted Rochelle and Naomi with a loud “Good morning” and planted himself in one of the chairs.
Claire followed, sinking into the other.
See?Talking to Nick wasn’t a problem.He’s great.I’m great.
As Rochelle tackled her under-eye circles, Claire swallowed hard a few times, pretending that ball of anxiety wasn’t working its way up her digestive tract.
* * * *
By the end of the work day, Nick was silently encouraging the rest of the crew to go home.Louie and Rex took their time putting the cameras away, and Lacey kept finding others details to review to prepare for the next day’s shoot.Michael had fixed a plumbing issue in the laundry room, but even with the water flowing smoothly, he continued to test it.Eli was gabbing with a member of his landscaping team, rather than packing up his truck, and for some reason, every other crew member appeared to be moving in slow motion.
And all while Claire continued to shoot Nick the sexiest ‘come hither’ looks he’d ever seen.She’d been doing it all day, ever since their talk.He’d been nervous to face her this morning.In fact, he’d wondered if she might not show up to work at all, but she’d surprised him.
She continued to surprise him.
Even now, she stood at the sanctuary door, her cell phone in hand.However, rather than scrolling or texting, she locked gazes with Nick.Twirling her hair around a finger, she nibbled her bottom lip.A secretive smile lit up her eyes.
This woman really would be the death of him.
Nick locked up his tools in his truck and pulled out his cell phone, pretending to check a webpage.
What he actually wanted to do was haul Claire up against his body and take ownership of her mouth.To say nothing of various other body parts.
He quickly checked the traffic reports.The little line representing the highway into Toronto showed up as dark red for heavy traffic.
There was definitely no need to rush home.
He glanced at Claire.She grinned and keyed something into her phone.
A notification buzzed on Nick’s phone.
Claire: Wanna fuck?
Jesus.
All the blood drained out of his head.
When he looked back at her, she was quietly laughing.She enjoyed his pain, the little minx.
Nick looked around the building site, willing everyone on theHandymenteam to hear his silent plea.Go the fuck home!Now.
