Rather spectacularly as a matter of fact.
His frown turned a little wary, as if he knew he might be stomping through a minefield. “Not that. I meant about anything more.”
In other words, don’t get your hopes up, it didn’t mean anything, and don’t read anything into it.
All that confusion she’d been feeling a few minutes ago? It was gone. He’d just cleared it right up for her.
“You think after all that’s happened in the past couple of days that I’m looking for something more?”
He put one hand behind his head to look at her, bending his elbow and causing the muscles in his arm to flex.
Holy crap! She forced her gaze away so she wouldn’t stare, but the flush in her cheeks got a little hotter.
He gave kind of an amused sigh. “You don’t exactly strike me as the one-night-stand type.”
She should consider it a compliment, but right now it just annoyed her. He thought he knew her so well, did he? Or was he just used to women falling in love with him after sex? Neither sat well with her. “I’m not,” she said with a sugary smile. “Mornings, on the other hand...”
It took him a moment to realize what she meant. One-morningstands. When he did, his gaze darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She shrugged. “It means that you don’t know anything about me or what I like.”
“Oh, I think I know what you like well enough.”
He gave her a cocky look that made her nipples tighten and her body tingle in places that should be too sore to be doing so. Jerk.
Her cheeks were no doubt bright red, but she ignored the sensual taunt. “You don’t have to worry about me getting ‘the wrong idea,’” she said. “I knew exactly what I was doing.” She gave him a long look, letting her eyes slide over every inch of his well-muscled chest. “It couldn’t have escaped your notice that I’m attracted to you. Your body is incredible.” She thought about asking him about the scars and tattoo, but didn’t want to get off track. The same small scars she’d noticed on his hands were on most of his body except for his chest. “But now that we’ve gotten it out of our systems.” She shrugged. “It’s not as if we have a lot in common. You aren’t exactly my type.”
She wasn’t the only one angry now. He sat up and glared back at her. “What... not educated enough or not girlie enough?”
She clutched the duvet tighter, her cheeks flaming. Julien hadn’t been girlie. Well, maybe compared tohim, but that wasn’t exactly a fair comparison. He oozed testosterone. “Neither. More like too conservative, too good ol’ boy Texas, and too macho military.”
“Macho? What is this, the eighties?”
“Alpha, whatever you want to call it.”
“Machine.”
Their eyes met. She didn’t say anything, but yes, that about summed it up.
She’d pissed him off, and she could tell he wanted to retaliate. To do something to prove her wrong. And having a feeling she knew what that might be, she started to scoot away, edging off the bed.
But she was saved by the bell—or, in this case, the buzz.
It took them both a minute to realize where it was coming from. He swore and got out of bed.
She sucked in her breath, her heart beating like a jackhammer. Whether he’d forgotten that he was naked or just didn’t care—probably the latter—she got an eyeful of a first-rate backside.
She’d been wrong. He didn’t need football pants. He looked pretty damned perfect as is.
He reached for his pants to retrieve his cell phone from one of the pockets, but the buzzing had already stopped.
Taking a look at the number, he muttered something under his breath that rhymed with “duck.”
Seeing him reach for his clothes, she did the same.
“I have to make a call.” She looked in his direction after pulling her nightshirt over her head. Had he been watching her? She couldn’t tell from his expression, but from the way his muscles were clenched she thought he might have.
“I thought you said no one knew your number.”
