“Stomachache?”he asked.
Again, she shook her head.She had no fever and didn’t look sick, but the signs could be her heightened desire.Could she not know what was happening to her?A chuckle of disbelief slipped out.Damn, she was adorable.
Jennifer frowned up at him and tried to take a step back.“That’s not very nice to think it’s funny when someone gets sick.”
Grant choked back another chuckle but couldn’t keep the smile off his face.He squeezed her.“I’m not laughing at you getting sick.I would never do that.But, Jennifer, I don’t think you’re getting sick.”
“How would you know?”She looked irritated and confused.
“Trust me.I just know.”
Jennifer stared at him.He sounded so sure that she started to believe him.She guessed it was because of the drink.
“I thought it might be the wine or maybe lack of food.I’m glad.I can’t get sick.Things are crazy right now.I am so busy right now at the shelter.I have a meeting on Monday, and I have a lot to do to prepare for it.”She looked back up at him, uncertain.“Now tell me why you think I felt sick suddenly?”
Grant wanted to explain her body’s reaction but now wasn’t a good time.Later, he would show her in detail how his touch affected her body.But this wasn’t the time, as they had only just met.Grant decided to change the subject.
“What shelter?What do you do?”he asked.
“I’m the director of an animal shelter.”
That fit with the type of person she was turning out to be.Sweet.He’d never had a sweet woman before.Hell, he couldn’t remember talking to one.Usually, he was attracted to the more sophisticated career woman.Those who were tough like him and didn’t like the emotions of a relationship as much as he disliked them.He tried to stay away from involvements.He chose to take a woman one or two times and then move on.
Grant kept her talking.He liked the smoky timbre of her voice.“I bet you have a lot of stories.You’ll have to tell me some.”
Jennifer chuckled.“Oh, I’ve got some doozies, but I won’t be here too much longer.”
The second slow song ended, and another one started.Grant thought he could dance with this woman all night as long as she was in his arms.
“I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow night.”
Jennifer stiffened.She leaned away from him so she could see his expression, and her eyebrows puckered.“Are you asking me?”
He looked confused.“I thought I was?”
“It just sounded more like an order.”
“I’m sorry.I’m used to being a boss, I guess.I like being in charge.”
“What do you do, Grant?”
Grant tensed.A lot of people didn’t understand his need for success and the challenge of taking a business ready to close and either tearing it apart and selling the parts or bringing it back to life.People were sensitive to the fact that demolishing a family business didn’t bother him.
“I’m what you would call an entrepreneur, I guess.”
Jennifer looked a little apprehensive.“So, what exactly does that mean?”
“I mainly buy and sell businesses but also play with stocks.”
“Why does Tessa not trust you?”
Grant looked over the dance floor at Devon and Tessa.“I’ve been told I’m not an easy man to be around.”
“Why?”
Grant snorted and looked down into her upturned, curious face.
“Because I’m a hard man, I suppose.”
