“Just being honest.”
CHAPTER 21
SYLVIE
“Ready to get those trees?” I asked Kent.
I was feeling just a little hot and bothered. The man kept ogling me. There was no shame in his game. He made it clear what he wanted—me. I didn’t know how to feel about that. I didn’t want to just be a piece of ass, pardon my own French. But I also didn’t want to miss the chance of getting to experience something amazing with him.
It was a dangerous game I was playing. I knew it but every heated look sent my way was quickly chipping away at my resolve to keep him at an arm’s length.
“Let me grab my gloves,” he said.
I cocked my head. “Did you need to borrow some?”
He grinned. “Nope. Got my own. I had a feeling there was more manual labor in my future. I ordered a few things.”
Stacy scoffed. “A few things? The poor UPS man had to make two trips.”
I frowned and looked at Kent for explanation.
“I only brought enough clothes for a couple days,” he said. “I realized I was going to need a little more. I ordered some things. Jeans. Sweaters. Gloves.”
I smiled. “Alright, then.”
He disappeared, leaving me alone with Stacy. I was still grinning until I saw her watching me. “What?” I asked.
She slowly shook her head. “What was that about?”
“What?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m married, not blind. There is definitely something happening there.”
I wasn’t going to tell her about the kiss. Not yet. I felt like that was something to keep to myself. I played it off. “He’s bored. He wants to help.”
“He wants to fu—” She stopped herself. “He wants you under him. In his bed. Your bed. Hell, with the way he was looking at you, right here on the damn floor.”
And for some stupid reason that didn’t bother me at all.
“I think you’re seeing something that isn’t there,” I said.
“Again, I’m married, not dead. I know how these things start. You need to be careful with that one.”
“What exactly do you think is going to happen?”
“I think he wants to sleep with you.”
“And are you under the assumption I’m a virgin?” I asked.
She sighed. “You know what I’m saying. You aren’t that kind of girl. I know you. You get caught up. I’m just worried he’s going to hurt you.”
“As if that hasn’t happened before,” I said.
Footsteps stopped her from saying anything else. Kent returned wearing what appeared to be a new jacket and carrying new gloves.
“Ready,” he said.
I smiled at him and gave Stacy a warning look before leading him outside.
