No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,35
I forgot the words. I always swear I’m going to remember a brilliant idea because it’s so ingenious, but if I don’t write it down, it slips right through my mind.”
He caught the small inkling of a smile teasing the corner of her mouth, a positive sign that things were getting back to normal between the two of them. “I hate when that happens.”
She eyed the massive amount of food on his plate. “Somebody is hungry this morning.”
He finished eating a piece of bacon and chased it down with a mouthful of coffee, seeing in her eyes that she was teasing him. She clearly had a knack for compartmentalizing sex and work—maybe better than he could because when he looked at her mouth, all he could think about was how he enjoyed kissing her. And not just on the lips, because she tasted sweet everywhere. He knew that for a fact now.
He grinned wolfishly and waggled his brows at her. “What can I say? I worked up an appetite last night.”
She laughed and dropped her gaze to the slice of cantaloupe she’d picked up with her fingers, examining it more than necessary before taking a bite. She chewed, then spoke. “Speaking of last night, I think we need to establish some rules.”
“Okay,” he said, and waited for her to steer this conversation in whatever direction she felt necessary.
She licked the remnants of fruit juice off her fingers, making his gut clench with that familiar burn of desire for her. “I just want to be sure that we’re on the same page with this temporary affair.”
It was a legitimate enough request, and he simplified things for the both of them. “How about what happens at this resort, stays at this resort?” It was a clichéd line, but so appropriate to their situation. “Once we’re on the plane back to Boston, we leave it all behind and chalk it up to one helluva good time together. Then we go back to the way things were. Simple, easy and uncomplicated.”
Something that looked suspiciously like disappointment flashed in her eyes, then was quickly gone. “Agreed,” she said with a succinct nod of her head.
Rules were good, he told himself, and the one he’d just established put things between them back into proper perspective and gave them free rein to indulge in their desires and fantasies. “So, that still gives us four more days to enjoy each other, including today,” he said, even as a tiny part of him wondered if he’d be able to get enough of her in that short amount of time.
She flashed him a seductive smile full of promise. “I’m looking forward to it.” Finished with the rest of her fruit, she wiped her hands on her napkin. “I have a full schedule of things I need to do today to prepare for my campaign, including meeting with the photographer and the couple he hired for us to use in our shots, but tonight we have a choice between attending a toga party or a masquerade ball. What’s your pleasure?” she asked, her tone flirtatious.
“You,” he said without hesitation, infusing the one word with erotic intent. “Any way I can have you.”
She bit her bottom lip, her gaze flaring with reciprocal lust. “Well, since you had your way with me last night, I think it’s only fair that I get my turn this evening.”
Oh, hell yeah. Her invitation sent a rush of heat and anticipation through his veins, the kind that would undoubtedly have him spending most the day in a mild state of sexual frustration. “I can’t wait.”
“Me, either,” she practically purred as she rested her chin in her hand. “So, what’ll it be. Toga or masquerade?”
Since a toga party reminded him too much of his college fraternity days, he opted for something more low-key. “I vote for the masquerade party.”
“Mmm. That would be my choice, as well,” she said, her voice laced with approval. “It’s perfect for a little mystery and seduction.”
Her eyes—dark, sultry and teasing—told him that she was already thinking about all the ways to use that to her advantage.
“In the meantime, I have work to do.” She stood up, grabbed her notebook and smiled at him. “I’ll see you later, Landry.”
He watched the sweet sway of her ass as she walked away, his incorrigible mind filling with the arousing memories of how he’d taken her last night. He groaned to himself and was grateful when she finally disappeared from his view.
He finished his breakfast and decided