Stormy Surrender - By Nicole Andrews Moore Page 0,59
she released a throaty chuckle. “Take me home and show me how much?” Then she winked.
Damn she was sexy when she wanted to be. He pulled her close a moment more. Dead puppies. Maggot filled garbage. Clogged toilets. He thought of anything that was gross and disgusting, anything that might just make his bulging erection go away. It worked. He just had to avoid looking at her. Forever.
He took her hand and started to walk away when the salesman stopped them. “We haven’t even talked numbers yet,” he complained. “Give me just a minute to see what I can do? And is that your trade in?” He pointed to the Vue.
They nodded in a very non-committal way, and acted like they were ready to leave. So he rushed. The salesman literally ran across the lot, back into the building.
Smiling up at him she said with a giggle, “Well, that ought to speed up the process.”
“Well, played. I swear I could have kissed you,” he said happily.
“Really? Because to me, it felt like you wanted to do a little more than that.” She smirked as she called him out.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said. “But seriously, you were amazing.” And he punctuated that proclamation with a kiss.
It was a great kiss. While he had blocked her mouth, prevented her from speaking the other day in an obvious ploy to distract her, this was entirely different.
He just got caught up in the role play, she told herself. It was nice to have someone think that she was attractive for a little while. It felt amazing to have the power to make someone as handsome and attractive and sexy as Joe get all hot and bothered. And because of that, she was feeling pretty awesome.
The salesman returned while they were sitting in the Vue talking. They did that because it was a bit windy out and still chilly for the season, but also because it was good for him to think that he had a very limited time with which to impress them.
“You should have seen me in action when I bought the truck,” he boasted while they waited for the Vue to be assessed. “I was there all day. And I mean, I arrived soon after they opened and didn’t leave until I had the deal I wanted a good hour after they closed. My father came and everything. He had to bring me the spare keys to the vehicle, so he stayed and offered his opinion. He was ready to crack long before I was.”
She shivered. The way he was looking at her, she knew he believed it to be because of the breeze that was growing increasingly cold as the day wore on. Ah, but in reality, she had just seen another side of him. So far, every side she had seen was so rugged and manly and wildly attractive…to the right woman. Not her, of course, ask anyone. He wasn’t one to settle down and she wasn’t one to play the field. At the moment, she shouldn’t even be in the stadium. She was still married.
And that’s when the thought occurred to her. “How is it you’ve never married? Did you just never find anyone that you liked enough to be tied to the rest of your natural life?”
He scowled. “There’s nothing natural about being tied down, nothing natural about marriage. Men were designed to go out and spread their seed…”
She could tell he was going to say more, but she interrupted him. “Oh good lord, are you one of those?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said honestly.
“Is that what you really mean? Is that how you really think? You would never settle down?” For some reason, his answer to that question was more important than she could ever have guessed it would be. And it bothered her to think that somewhere in the back of her mind; she just might be a little more than interested in Joe Masters than she cared to admit.
He stood there looking at her for a moment. What did he believe any more? At one time he had hoped to marry Finn. He had asked his father for the ring that was passed down from his grandmother after she died. It was to stay in the family and he was the only male in the line, so it had been his since he was nine. That’s a long time to know that you are supposed to get married.