Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,39

tomorrow he would hit Score. Forget this night ever happened. Forget Sara.

“I think I’m going to head out,” he said, rising from his seat.

His father nodded. “Give your mom a hug before you go. She’ll be upset if you leave without saying good-bye.”

Kellan started to say he would never pull a dick move like that, but in truth, all he’d been looking at was the exit. He turned in his mom’s direction, but Dad grabbed his arm, halting his escape.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, Kellan. For everything. I hope you’ll find a way to open yourself up to love someday.”

Kellan walked toward his mom and gave her a quick hug, claiming to have been called back to the hospital to deal with something. The lie came far too easy.

As he crossed the parking lot to his car, he considered his dad’s words. They weren’t as easy to dismiss as he hoped, so he continued to let them play through his mind.

Once he got back to his house, it became even harder to forget their conversation. Every room he walked into was filled with memories of her—Sara on the couch watching TV with him, at the kitchen table tossing a carrot at him when he teased her about something silly, in his bed waiting for him with open arms.

He didn’t want her out with Gabriel, but he couldn’t ask her to come back here. Sara had laid out what she wanted very clearly, and it was obvious to both of them, he didn’t fit the mold.

But for the first time in his life, he wished he did.

Chapter Seven

Sara pulled into her driveway and turned off the engine, feeling far too weary. Kellan had bailed on dinner last night, leaving before she and Gabriel returned from the dance floor. Not that she’d been terribly shocked by that. He hadn’t hidden his disdain for her presence there with another man.

What had taken her by surprise was seeing him walk into the restaurant in the first place. Though she had pretended to be annoyed by his attendance, it was impossible to ignore the way her heart raced when he sat down. And she hated herself for actually being disappointed when she had returned to the table to find him gone.

The damn man was screwing with her head and her body. Even now her pussy was damp and fluttery, and there was no way she was going to make it through the night without pulling out her vibrator. And to add insult to injury, it would be Kellan’s face, his voice, his cock she imagined when she slid the thing home.

Not Gabriel’s.

What was wrong with her? Gabriel had turned out to be everything she had hoped for. He was kind, gentle, thoughtful. He was attractive, had a good job and a hot body, and he got her sense of humor. He had confessed to wanting marriage and kids someday. And although he was a bit of a workaholic—he’d excused himself from the table four times last night—it hadn’t bothered her. His job was important. She got that. For now. But she wasn’t entirely certain she wouldn’t resent the time his job took up somewhere down the road and then feel damn guilty for it.

Regardless of all that, if he’d shown up on Friday, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind she’d be floating at least six feet off the ground right now.

But he hadn’t been at Score. Kellan had.

Now she was sitting in her car obsessing over the world’s biggest commitment-phobe and struggling to work up any sort of enthusiasm for the Mr. Right who’d just been dropped on her doorstep.

She was an idiot.

Sara sighed and climbed out of her car. This was it. The last night she let herself dream about Kellan.

Tomorrow, she’d turn the page on last weekend’s unbelievable sexual adventure and move on.

She had just reached the top step of her front porch when her phone beeped. Glancing at the screen, she felt herself hoping it wasn’t a text from Gabriel.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Where are you?

It was from Kellan.

She sank down on the porch steps and considered her reply. If she had a brain in her head, she’d be pissed off by the text and she would tell him her whereabouts were none of his concern. Unfortunately, it was impossible to work up any anger when she was so excited to see his name on his screen.

Time to get a freaking grip.

So she opted