The Guy Next Door - By Lori Foster, S Donovan, V Dahl Page 0,16
a pizza?”
Incredulous, Natalie pushed her hair from her face. She looked at the challenge in his expression and huffed. “You’re changing things at Mach speed!”
“A warning for you, Natalie.” He lifted her chin on the edge of his fist. “I always go after what I want.”
What did that mean? “Um…” She swallowed. “I had planned to leave really early tomorrow.”
“I’ll be ready.” He caught the collar of the shirt in both hands, pulling her a little closer. “But for now, you have to eat, right?”
“I…”
“You came here as soon as you got home and changed. You have to be hungry.”
Expectation and apprehension set her heart to thumping in a wild beat. She bit her lip. “Jett, are we really going to do this?”
Knowing he’d won, he gave a half smile of satisfaction. “Relax, Natalie. I’m not asking you to marry me.”
Her knees turned to pudding. Of course he wasn’t asking for that!
“I’m not even trying to tie you down. We enjoy each other in bed—”
“An understatement, at least for me.”
His eyes glittered, and he gave her a quick kiss. “So for as long as it lasts, why not enjoy each other out of bed, too? Just let it happen, and I bet you’ll find it’s not the hardship you’re expecting.”
A hardship, no.
But a heartbreaker? Absolutely.
She wouldn’t admit it to Jett, especially now that she knew how casual he wanted to keep things, but she had to accept the devastating truth: she was already in love with him. More time with him would make it only that much harder when things ended between them.
But with him so persuasive, how could she possibly resist?
AFTER JETT ORDERED PIZZA, Natalie wanted to go back to her place and retrieve her cell phone. She needed a few moments alone to regroup, but Jett, seeming disinclined to let her out of his sight, kept finding ways to keep her in his place. He offered her the use of his cell phone, and she knew she’d sound silly if she insisted on running over for her own.
Silly, and as afraid as he’d already accused her of being.
She’d have to go back to her place soon enough, but for now, she accepted his phone. Moving to the other side of the room for privacy, she tried calling her sister. She wanted Molly to know that she’d be gone on spring break. They always checked in with each other, and neither made a big move without telling the other about it. They were best friends as well as sisters, and given the strained relationship they each shared with their father, they were the only real family either one had.
Molly didn’t answer, so Natalie left her a message. Turning her back so Jett wouldn’t hear her, she said low, “Hey, Molly. I’m leaving for spring break tomorrow. Going to a lake. Not alone, either, if you catch my meaning. Call me and I’ll tell you all about it.”
She knew it sounded cryptic and that Molly would give her hell for that later. But she didn’t want Jett to hear her gossiping about him, and she didn’t want to leave anything serious on her sister’s answering machine—just in case.
Molly was such a loner, especially now that she’d broken things off with her fiancé, that Natalie doubted anyone ever heard her sister’s messages. But she didn’t take chances with her privacy. God forbid her stepmother, Kathi, should get wind of her affair. Her dad would be disgusted—nothing new in that—but Kathi would flip out. She worried incessantly about appearances.
Glancing over her shoulder, Natalie saw that Jett was busy putting a movie into his DVD player.
He must have felt her gaze because he said, “All done?”
“Yes.” After closing his phone and handing it back to him, she headed for her discarded clothes which were still on the floor just inside the front door.
Gaze heated, Jett watched her step into her pants. “Spoilsport.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “A pizza delivery guy is coming over, remember?”
“And you look like a woman who’s just been tumbled.” He didn’t smile as he strolled over to her. “Since I’m starting to feel possessive, I suppose I should bundle you up.”
“Possessive?”
He looped his arms around her waist. “Why did you think I was being such an ass earlier?”
Unsure of his meaning, Natalie ventured a guess. “When you asked me if I was planning another fling?”
“Yeah.” He kissed the end of her nose in apology. “I’m not the sharing kind.”
His attitude thrilled Natalie, prompting her to reciprocate. “How could I even