Which jolted me into action.
“Let me carry you.” I went to put an arm around her and swing her into my arms but she backed away.
“You can’t carry me like that! You’ve been rubbing your shoulder all night. Turn around and squat down.” She ordered. Was she kidding? One look at her face and I realized she wasn’t. “Besides, people will think I’m injured if you carry me down the street.”
I rubbed myshoulder. “I’m good.”
She twirled one finger in the air. “Turn and squat.”
I liked this side of her. Bossy. I must have spent too much time in the sun today.
I turned around and bent my knees. When she hopped up behind me, I grabbed her thighs and then bounced her a few times.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, swinging her shoes and bag in front of me.
“Isn’t this easier?” She asked. Her sweet breath felt hot on my neck. I tried not to think about the fact that my hands were on her bare legs and her breasts pressed into my back. She was killing me. This attraction I had for her was killing me.
I glanced down at her shoes. Sexy for sure, but the heels looked like some strange torture device.
“I don’t know why women wear those things.”
I could feel the vibrations from her laughter before she made a sound. “Makes the legs look longer, sexier. Apparently, I have short legs and need all the help I can get.”
“Bullshit.”
She laughed again. “Seriously. I’m a fashion nightmare.”
“Fuck that.” And then I couldn’t help adding. “You’re a wet dream.”
She got quiet for a minute. I wish I could have seen her face when I said that. We were almost to the parking garage. She pulled herself up higher and tightened her legs. I squeezed her legs where I had a hold of them.
“These,” I added. “Are damn near the most perfect legs I’ve ever seen.”
CHAPTER SIX
Holly
Hunter liked me.I don’t know why, or how, I just knew he did. Maybe it was the novelty of me buying him for ten thousand dollars… I doubt I’d ever know, but when he said my legs were perfect, I swear, I would have swooned if he hadn’t already been carrying me.
Unfortunately, I really liked him too.
My buzz had pretty much worn off by now. Funny how a ten thousand dollar mistake did that to me.
Which reminded me that I should be depressed right now, stressing out over the fact that I’d probably lost my job.
Instead of letting a super-hot guy carry me through downtown Denver piggy back style.
Grinning ear to ear.
With my ass most likely hanging out the whole way.
Maybe I should have let him just carry me like prince charming or something.
We were trekking through the garage now and I was feeling sad that I’d have to release him in a minute or two. I couldn’t help inhaling the back of his neck… he smelled so good… that same woodsy smell I remembered from earlier today. Had that really just been today? It seemed like a lifetime had passed since then.
When he got to what looked like a restored mustang, he bent his knees and dropped his hands so I could slide off.
I tried to step away from him but he took hold of my wrist with one hand while searching in his pockets with his other. After a few seconds, he switched hands and dug into his other side.
