Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,57

threw herself on the cloudlike, king-sized bed, flapping about as if she were making a snow angel on the stark white bedding.

‘Ah-h-h, bliss,’ she murmured.

Kent looked at Sadie all stretched out and shook his head. ‘Not yet.’

Sadie sucked in a breath at the undiluted lust she saw in the copper flecks of his eyes. She lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh. ‘I need a shower first. I smell like Twisties.’

Kent’s pulse tripped at getting Sadie wet all over. ‘Good idea.’ He pulled his T-shirt over his head. ‘Get naked,’ he said.

Sadie laughed even as the sight of his chest did funny things inside hers. ‘I just need to put my laptop on charge,’ she said.

He unzipped his jeans. ‘Hurry.’

Sadie watched him as he headed to the shower until he disappeared from sight. Maybe getting on a plane tomorrow was going to be a little harder than she thought.

She vaulted off the bed at the unsettling thought. She grabbed her laptop out of her bag and set it up on the desk in the room, plugging it into the nearby power point. She opened the lid and pulled up the document from earlier. She took her memory stick out of the pouch in the laptop bag and was about to insert it when Kent called, ‘Sadie Bliss, get your delectable butt in here now or I’m coming to get you.’

Sadie turned around to find a naked Kent standing in the doorway to the bathroom. She hadn’t seen him naked and vertical and he really was a sight to behold. Even his deformed ankle didn’t detract from his overwhelming masculinity. Her belly flopped and her heart did a painful squeeze.

She dropped the memory stick on the table and swallowed against her suddenly parched throat.

‘Well, when you put it like that,’ she said, mission forgotten as she kicked out of her shoes and lifted her T-shirt off as she walked towards him.

Kent grinned as he took three paces into the running shower, feeling the warmth hit the back of his neck, watching as Sadie entered the bathroom in just a tiny scrap of red and black fabric at the apex of her thighs, a foil packet between her teeth. His semi-arousal turned to full blown as she looked him straight in the eyes whilst she stripped the scrap away.

And when she stepped into the shower cubicle and sank straight to her knees he knew Sadie Bliss was going to be very hard to forget.

TEN

Kent was still grinning as he left Sadie washing her hair in the shower fifteen minutes later. This really wasn’t how he thought this assignment was going to turn out.

He’d been prepared to tolerate it.

Tolerate her.

To have just pushed her against the shower tiles and had his way with her was not what he’d envisioned after their first not-so-promising shower incident in Cunnamulla.

Well, not seriously anyway.

His stomach growled and he remembered why he’d been kicked out of the shower. He picked up the room service menu off the bedside table and headed for the phone to order. He sat at the desk and dialed, shifting the open laptop to make room for the menu. Sadie’s discarded memory stick sat next to it and he picked it up as he said, ‘Hello,’ into the receiver.

He had a brief conversation as he flicked through the menu ordering wildly inappropriate things that would probably give Tabitha apoplexy when the bill came in.

Champagne. Strawberries. Oysters. Cheese platter.

The fancy chocolate pudding with a warm gooey centre. He had definite plans for that.

His gaze fell on the laptop screen as he absently turned the memory stick over in his hands while the call taker repeated his order. The header Kent Nelson, Mere Mortal caught his eye and his grin faded.

He read the two paragraphs on the screen, then dropped the stick as he scrolled down further, replying automatically to the woman on the other end of the phone and hanging up, not hearing or caring if the order was correct.

He read it all—all two thousand words—his heart beating faster, anger simmering with every one. Everything he’d said, everything that had happened between them, was there. And more. Her observations. Her opinions.

Her pop psychology.

Stuff that he hadn’t even begun to grapple with. Had shied from even thinking too hard about.

By the time he got to the end—Kent Nelson is an enigma but no man is an island—he was so mad he wanted to break things.

Sadie came out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy