He paused in front of his broken door long enough to pick it up and lean it against the doorway, making a mental note to fix it tomorrow along with his wall and furniture. Greedy bastards, Danny thought, shaking his head in disgust as he kicked the remains of what was left of his entertainment center out of his way and headed towards his bathroom.
What the hell was wrong with him? Danny couldn’t help but wonder as he forced himself to stand beneath ice-cold water ten minutes later. The first woman that he’d been attracted to since he woke up from the coma wasn’t interested in him. She didn’t want him, didn’t like him, and he was a fucking moron for not seeing it sooner. He should probably move on, but…
He wasn’t going to give up, but he was going to back off for a few days and start all over again, Danny decided as he shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. He’d force himself to keep his hands to himself and take his time getting to know her, but more importantly, he’d give her the chance to get to know him. He’d fucked up, made a horrible first impression and had startled his Tinkerbelle.
It was going to kill him to take this slowly, but he was going to do it, Danny decided, resigning himself to more ice-cold showers in the future. He crawled into bed and pulled the sheet up over his lap, ignoring the way that the cool cotton sheet brushed over his straining erection. He folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. It was going to kill him to keep his hands to himself, but he would do it because he had a new game plan.
He was still planning on wooing her, but now he was going to have to be sneaky about it. He’d give her a few days to cool off and when she stopped giving him looks that caused his balls to tighten up in fear, he would approach her, start with small talk, grab coffee, drinks after work, and when she finally let her guard down, he’d go in for the kill.
For now, he’d just bide his time.
He would-
“Tinkerbelle?” Danny asked, sitting up as he watched her walk the rest of the way into his bedroom. “Is everything okay?”
“I need to know something,” Jodi said as she toyed with the ends of the belt holding her terry cotton robe closed, shifting nervously as she looked anywhere but at him.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Danny asked, leaning back against the headboard even though everything in him was demanding that he get his ass off the bed and pull her into his arms to make sure that she was okay.
“I need to know if you’re toying with me?”
At his blank look, she sighed. “I just want to know if this is a game for you,” Jodi clarified.
“No,” Danny said, shaking his head, “I’m not playing with you.”
“So, you’re suddenly interested in me?” Jodi asked, looking up and meeting his gaze head-on.
“Very.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” Danny asked, not sure what she was trying to get at.
She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh as though it should be obvious. “Why are you suddenly interested in me?’
“Would you like the polite answer or the truth?”
Frowning, she slowly said, “The truth?”
The polite answer probably would have been a better choice, but…
What the hell?
“Are you sure?”
She nodded once, firmly.
Shrugging, he admitted, “Because I can’t stop fantasizing about you. I can’t walk into a room without thinking of at least a hundred ways to fuck you in it. I can’t stop fantasizing about how your body would feel against mine, how hard your nipples would get in my mouth, how good your skin would taste on my tongue, how it would feel to run my hands all over you, how good it would feel to slide deep inside you, how wet you would be when I-”
“I get the picture,” Jodi said, cutting him off with a blush and…was that a pleased little smile that she was trying to hide? “Why don’t we try the polite answer?”
“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “I like you, Tinkerbelle. I’m attracted to you and I want to get to know you better.”
She nodded absently. “Is this just about sex?”
“No,” Danny said softly, watching her reaction.
“So…then what do you want?” Jodi asked, cocking a brow in question.
