She laughed.
“Do you see how well I know you already?”His hands became caressing.“But I have another way you can thank me.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”Her expression fell.
He studied her silently for a moment before he slowly nodded.
“I agree.We are not sleeping together.All right?”
Jennifer narrowed her eyes in suspicion and nodded for a moment.She disliked or trusted the muted hunger that flashed across his eyes or the spark of humor.
Grant stood suddenly and pulled her into a gentle hug.“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
“Grant, I don’t think that’s a good idea.Let’s take some time to think about this.”
Grant stared down at her thoughtfully for a long moment before he urged her gently away from him, walked back around his desk, and sat down to look at some papers.
“Okay.If that’s what you want.I’m done fighting with you right now,” he said dismissively.He hated to see the shock and sadness on her face.
She cleared her throat.“Thank you again, Grant.”
He nodded his head without looking up from the papers.“No problem.”He listened to the door close behind her and sat back.He knew he confused her, but he knew he would never get anywhere at that moment.She just didn’t know she’d be seeing him later.He smiled.
Chapter Six
“Joey, I’m on the phone, so just come in.The peanut butter is on the counter,” Jennifer said over her shoulder without looking when she heard a knock early that evening.She returned to her conversation with her friend.“Tessa, listen to me.Stop.It doesn’t bother me.Madlyn has never really liked me.I know that.We go out together with you...Do you really think we’d go out together without you?No, we wouldn’t.”She paused to listen to Tessa.“But it doesn’t—” Jennifer listened again as she looked out her living room sliding-door window to the backyard.
Jennifer turned to smile at Joey, and her body jerked and froze.“Ah, Tessa, I’ve got to go ...yes.”She paused as her eyes stayed frozen on the man inside the door.“Yes, no, it’s nothing.I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”She disconnected the call.
Her gaze roamed down his body and took in his tight black t-shirt that molded to his chest, black leather jacket, and faded jeans and boots.In a suit, he was amazingly handsome.In casual clothes, he was devastating.His thick, dark hair, usually in perfect order, was a little messed up and gave him a more laid-back, devilish appearance.
Jennifer looked down at her ratty jeans and big grey t-shirt with, “Dear math, solve your own problems,” spread across the front and pink socks, for God’s sake.She knew her hair was free of the clip she’d put in that morning and streamed in a tousled mess down her back.
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