“Are he and your mom—”
She shook her head vehemently.“No.Thank god my mom realized what she was putting herself through.But he still contacts her...and me.”
“Why does he contact you?”
She shrugged, her gaze focused on a spot near his feet.“Because he has this irrational belief that I’ll help him get back into her good graces.He wanted me to pick him up from jail so he could apologize to me for upsetting my mom, pay me back some money he owes me—which is a joke because he doesn’t have any—and of course try to schmooze and beg his way into me bridging them together.”
He snorted.“Sounds like he doesn’t know you very well.”
She wrinkled her nose, humor pinching her brows together.“And you do?”
He folded his arms across his chest.“I know you told me to fuck off with lipstick on my counter because I gave you a good lay.”
“I didnottell you to f—”
“And I know you’re a forgiving person because despite that lipstick message I’m standing in your kitchen right now.I know you’re a little judgy—”
She slammed the mug onto the counter.“Okay, that’s enough.I’m not judgy.”
He couldn’t hide his amusement.His interest was sparked.He’d kick his own ass later, but right now he couldn’t resist the urge to rile her.
“But I did give you a good lay?”
Her cheeks flamed red and she balanced her hands on her hips.“I can’t really remember.”
“Bullshit.”
She lifted a shoulder, and a mischievous smile played on her lips.“I remember you were quick.”
He crossed the kitchen and caught her elbows in his grip.“Hey, don’t be spreading lies.I know for a fact I didn’t come until after I got you off twice.And if you have a hard time remembering, I’ll show you right now.”
Well, he’d definitely crossed the point of no return.
An impish glint sparked in her eyes.She patted his chest, her cool palm icing his flaming pec.“I was only kidding.But, a one-night stand doesn’t mean you know me well.Regardless, Ray is an asshat, and a short-tempered drunk, but he’s not one to stalk and torment.”
Dez’s body stood inches from his.So close he could lean forward and taste her tongue if he wanted—if she’d let him.Her nipples poked against the material of her sweater, the sight scrambling his brains almost as much as his words.
Why the hell couldn’t he get her out of his head?He shouldn’t be so tortured by her proximity, taunted by the memory of her body.He shouldn’t be pulsing for her to just fucking kiss him.
Her long, dark lashes fluttered as she lowered her gaze to where her palm rested.Curling her fingers away, she took a step back.“Raymond Lester isn’t our guy.”
She picked up her coffee mug and went to the dinette table.Completely unaffected by the arcing of desire from every pore in his body.Aiden inhaled a deep breath through his nose.He’d get Dez out of his head once he found out who was after her.
He’d bet a full twenty-four hours in bed with Dez that Ray was their guy.But that wasn’t a wager he’d risk losing.
CHAPTER 6
Holy mackerel.
Dez pushed her hair from her face and watched Aiden move around the kitchen.
Never in her wildest fantasies had she envisioned she’d actually land a hot guy who’d cook her breakfast—without sex attached.Yet here he was, his bronze, ripped back blocking the view of her stove.His black gym shorts hung low on his waist and the hair on his head was mussed.If perfection could be wrapped up into one man, she was looking at it.
He went to her fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs then grabbed the milk with his other hand.“Scrambled okay?”He paused with the fridge door resting on his hip.The dark stubble on his jaw was thicker now, making his green orbs even more prominent.
Why did the universe have to test her so hard?
More importantly, why did she have such an aversion to getting back in bed with Aiden?Oh, right.Because she barely knew him and the last thing she needed was to be called the town slut.
