Page 11 of Twice as Tempting

“Never mind. Forget I asked.” With that, Damian turned around, hopped into the back of his truck, and bent over to pick up some boxes, which provided Kelly with a perfect view of his…

“Chinese sounds good,” she blurted.

Damian set the boxes back down and slowly stood up.

Damn the man for having such a hold on me! But she had to eat, and her refrigerator was currently void of food. It was a practical solution, but she would definitely draw the line at dinner.

“Cool,” he said. “If you want to change, I’ll order the food, and you can come over in a few minutes.”

She put her hands on her hips and quirked an eyebrow at him. “I thought you said you didn’t have any furniture?”

Damian nodded. “Good point.”

“Have them deliver the food to my place, and you can come over here.”

If Damian’s smile could have spread any further, it would have fallen right off of his ruggedly handsome face.

“What? Did I say something funny?”

“No. It was nothing. I’ll be over in a few.”

Kelly was still confused as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. It wasn’t until she had stripped down to her bra and panties that understanding struck. “Oh, I get it now. I said that he could come over here.” She giggled and then shook her head. “Damian, you are one naughty boy, but I’ve got news for you. Nobody’s coming under my roof tonight!”

Just to prove her point, Kelly pulled on an old pair of gray sweatpants with the letters MSU printed down one pant leg, and a matching green and white MSU t-shirt. Not her best look, but nothing said “hands off” like an old pair of sweats! She even resisted the urge to touch-up her hair and padded out to the living room barefoot to await Damian’s arrival. She idly flipped through a fashion magazine until her doorbell rang.

“Come on in,” she called. She set the magazine aside but remained seated. She didn’t want to jump up and answer the door lest she appear too eager.

Damian strolled in looking the same as he had a few minutes earlier, yet there was something different. The smell of his spicy cologne wafted in with him, along with the scent of mint from either his mouthwash or toothpaste.

That rat! He had obviously “spruced up” before he had come over!

Damian raked his eyes over her and smirked. “You changed into something more comfortable, I see.”

Kelly rolled her eyes at him. “What time will the food be here?”

“They said about fifteen minutes,” he replied, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

Observing him leaned back against the puffy couch cushions reminded Kelly of the times they had made love there, and she swallowed hard. Searching for a neutral topic, she asked, “So, what are you doing for work?”

“Remember that guy you saw me with at Hilltop the other night?”

“The older gentleman?”

“Yeah. His name’s Jim Farrell. He owns a custom car shop up the road in Ortonville. I worked for him before I moved to San Diego. Anyway, he’s getting ready to retire, and I plan on taking over his shop.”

“Wow, really?”

“Why is everybody surprised when I tell them? I’ve got brains, you know!”

Kelly giggled at the sly reference to his buff body. Whenever she used to compliment his physique, he’d counter with, “I’ve got a mind too.”

“I know you do. This is just the first I’ve heard of your plans. I think it sounds great.”

“Yeah, well, I still have a lot to learn about the business end of things, but Jim’s going to work with me until I get it figured out.”

“What’s the name of his shop?”

“Jim’s Custom Cars. Not very original, I know. I’ll have to change the name.”