Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,46
been when they had started working at University Hospital.
She now knew he had one brother, Jeremy, who lived in Chicago, and their parents had retired to Florida. He now knew that she’d grown up in Savannah, Georgia and was an only child.
When they had exhausted all the small getting-to-know-each-other talk, he’d told her to relax and maybe try to sleep, but she had known that would be impossible with the dog staring at her. Instead, she had rested against the window, watching the scenery pass by, but she was getting antsy and needed a pick-me-up.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her iPod and the car jack and moved to plug it in.
Josh looked over at her. “And what do you think you’re doing, Georgia?”
“We need some music,” Shelly told him, finally getting it hooked up.
“We had music,” he pointed out as his huge dog decided to take that opportunity to move forward and rest his head against Josh’s seat.
He’s eyeing me, Shelly thought with a shudder. He definitely wanted to eat her, and she knew it.
“What?” she asked the dog as though he would actually answer her.
“He just wants to know what you’re about to force us to listen to.”
Rolling her eyes, Shelly smiled at him with a mischievous grin, and he shook his head.
“I don’t like that look.”
“What look?” she asked innocently.
“That one. The one that says you’re about to subject me to something I’m not going to like.”
Shelly laughed, making sure she had the volume up good and loud, and then hit play. As the music blared through the speakers, she took great delight in Josh’s pained expression as he whipped his head around to face her.
“No.”
“Yes!” Shelly told him over the loud beat of the music.
“No way, Georgia!” he told her, trying to grab the iPod.
She pulled it out of reach and hit pause. The music stopped.
“You need to concentrate on the road,” she told him seriously.
Rolling his eyes, he asked, “How am I supposed to concentrate with that noise playing?”
Shelly laughed again. “I told you no about that,” she reminded him, pointing to the beast, who took that moment to cock his head to the side and raise an eyebrow.
“Oh, don’t act sweet and innocent with me,” she said to the hairball.
“Are you talking to my dog? You do know he can’t understand you, right?”
Shelly harrumphed. “Well, it was worth a shot.” She paused, grinning. “Now, shhh. I’m enjoying—”
“I’m not listening to Shania Twain, Georgia.”
Shelly leaned her head back against the seat, singing to him with a sexy smile. “But, Josh, I feel like a woman!”
***
Josh shook his head at the woman beside him, singing the ode to all females very loudly. He couldn’t believe that he was actually sitting here, listening to this song, and smiling.
Shelly had rolled up her jeans to mid-calf and slipped off her shoes, resting her sock-covered feet on the dashboard. She was tapping her foot and smiling as she sung about wearing men’s shirts and short skirts.
Looking over at her, he thought, this is honestly the first time those lyrics have ever been appealing.
She had a grin on her face that was lit with pure joy, and every time she hit that ridiculous chorus, she sung the lyrics at the top of her lungs.
The woman is insane, and he liked her—a lot.
All she needed now was a cowgirl hat, a pair of boots, and some Daisy Dukes, and she would have been one of his sexiest fantasies come to life.
She continued singing about the best things of being a woman.
Josh found himself smiling and—holy shit—tapping his hand on the steering wheel.
When she got to the main line of the song, he saw her look him over and lick her lips.
“Damn, Josh—you make me feel like a woman,” she sang to him with lowered lids.
Oh shit!
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to grab her, pull her over his lap, and kiss that sassy smile right of her smirking lips—but he was on a damn highway and needed to concentrate.
“When we stop, I want you to play that song again.”
The song ended, and he was relieved when it changed to The Who singing the anthem to Woodstock and stoned teenagers. “Babba O’Riley”—classic.
“I thought you didn’t like that song,” Shelly pointed out.
He looked her over, letting out a deep breath. “Suddenly, I’ve had a change of heart.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is. I want it to be playing while I have my hands all over you.”
Shelly laughed and asked, “So you can