“I don’t. But I’m pretty sure this is the truth.”
“Listen, Sierra, I haven’t been on a date since Vegas. In fact, I haven’t looked at another woman since then.”
“Oh, I believe you.”
He looked puzzled. “You do?”
She nodded. “She asked me if I wanted to bet in the pool they had going.”
“Shit.” He closed his eyes.
“Seems you’ve been turning down women right and left. The pool was who could get you to go out with them and when. Sleeping with them wasn’t stated but it was implied.”
“I can’t believe this crap.” He glared at her. “Did you place a bet?”
“No. I didn’t think it would be fair.”
“True. It wouldn’t, especially since you’re in total control of when or if it’s going to happen.”
“Not total. Part of it is up to you.”
“I don’t have a problem keeping it in my pants. And I don’t and never did have sex with every woman I date. A lot of what you hear is pure bullshit.”
She’d figured it was. And nothing was more fascinating to single women—and some married ones—than a man who simply wasn’t interested. Especially one as charming and good-looking as Connor McFarland. One whose reputation preceded him. Even if said reputation wasn’t entirely merited.
She had another date tonight. Another attempt to see if anyone appealed to her like Connor did. So far, no one had. She was tempted to cancel. One of her friends had set her up with a lawyer from Bozeman. At first she’d said no, but her friend was so disappointed that she’d relented. He’d called her and had sounded okay, so she’d agreed. But regardless of who it was, she didn’t want another meaningless date. She admitted, to herself anyway, that there was only one man she actually wanted to go out with. If she were honest, one man she wanted to have sex with. Again. Because things were bound to be different now that they were in the real world and not the fantasy world of Las Vegas. Being with him again couldn’t possibly be as good as her imagining had built it up to be.
In a few more days it would be a month since she’d challenged Connor. She didn’t need gossip to tell her Connor had kept to the bargain. She’d seen it in his eyes, the memory of their night together. He didn’t look at her that way often, and never at work. But when she saw that hot gaze of his, when she allowed herself to think about that night, she wanted to say to hell with the bargain. To hell with celibacy. His and hers. She hadn’t been with anyone since Vegas and she knew now that he hadn’t either. When they came together again what would happen? Would there be an explosion to blow off the top of her head or would it simply be…nice?
Something told her it would come a lot closer to being an explosion than simply nice.
