Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,13
anything so erotic in his life, and he wanted to see it again, ideally with them both naked and with him deep inside of her. While Jodie had found some release, he hadn’t, and his body was fully charged, on the edge.
He had scrubbed away the cologne in the shower, but he suspected something was off in his formula. Women had been reacting all day.
They watched him as he walked by, and stood closer than they should. He’d had to ask the saleslady who had brought him clothes to try on to leave the dressing room. It was interesting from an experimental perspective, if annoying from a personal one. Maybe his endocrine system was so cranked that it was making the cologne work overtime. It was hard to tell.
He definitely had to work out some kinks in his formulations, but for now, maybe the attractant would help smooth over any awkward moments from their unexpected kiss. While he was sure any of the women he’d met over the course of the day would have been open to helping him ease some of his sexual tension, there was only one woman he wanted. Unfortunately, he couldn’t have her. Not yet, anyway.
He would simply control himself and not let anything else happen between them. If anything ever did happen again, it wouldn’t be the result of the stimulus caused by cookies or the cologne.
“You’ve liked her for so long, Dan, but are you sure this is smart?” Donna said, looking at him with worried eyes. She’d kept her counsel when it came to Jodie, but he knew his sister disapproved of his pal’s playing the field.
“It’s only dinner, Donna.”
“Yeah, right. You’ve had dinner with her hundreds of times, and it never required a makeover.”
He sighed. “It’s just that…when I saw her with Jason, I wanted to punch his face in. I never had such a visceral reaction before. And when we kissed, well…I think now we should see if we’re anything more than friends.”
“And what if you’re not? What if something does happen? Can you go back to being only that?”
It would be difficult, he knew, and paused before answering. Could he go back to watching the men drift in and out of Jodie’s life, in and out of her bed?
“I don’t know. Like Mom says, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Well, sometimes people fall off the bridge and get hurt.”
“Maybe it’s time for that, too. I’ve lived my life in a sort of bubble, Donna, as you’ve reminded me on so many occasions,” he added, turning to her. “I love you for worrying about me, but I am thirty-three. I’ve never committed my heart fully to anything but my work. If I get hurt…well…we’ll chalk this up to a failed experiment, I guess.”
Donna shook her head. “I don’t know, Dan. I like Jodie, she’s a good friend, but I can’t help thinking she doesn’t deserve you. Not with the way she goes through men like shirts.” She smiled fondly. “With this new look, your brains, and your bank account, you could have any woman you want now.”
“That’s the point, though. I want her. Always have. She goes through men like shirts because she doesn’t think she deserves better.”
“And you think you can show her otherwise? She’s a grown woman, and she lives her life the way she wants to.”
“I’ve got to try. Time to get in the game,” he said, sounding far more confident than he felt. Losing Jodie from his life would be a serious blow, he knew. So he had to make sure that didn’t happen.
JODIE WOKE UP Monday close to noon, having worked late with Ginger and then being unable to sleep as she worried about Dan. She lay in bed for a long time worrying about the memory of their kiss. On the upside, the entire episode had revealed Jason to be a complete jerk, but on the downside, she’d rubbed tongues and climaxed with her very best friend.
What had happened between them to make them combust like that? She buried her head farther down into the pillows. God, this was a mess. Dan was the one guy she could count on, the one man who accepted her as she was and didn’t ask for more than her friendship. She hadn’t known he was coming by the shop, but no doubt stuffing two Passionate Hearts down her gullet right before he walked in had been to blame.
It didn’t explain her reaction, which she put