Free The Scale (Martha's Way) by Mika Jolie Page B

leaving only inches between them. Out of desperation, she tried to
increase the space between them by taking a step back. To her surprise, he
turned on his heels and walked toward the dresser, giving Minka a full view of
his flawless ass.
    He pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs and lazily slid
long, toned, tanned legs into them as if he was very aware she was examining his
every move. She hated to give him that satisfaction, but her eyes were glued to
him, even when he turned to face her, in the sexiest pair of boxer briefs she
had ever seen on a man.
    He took two long strides to close the space between them.
Minka automatically took several steps back until her back was pressed against
the wall. Toned arms came to rest on the wall, his eyes locked into hers,
holding her prisoner.
    “Don’t go yet, Minka.”
    Really, did her name have to sound like silk coming out of
his mouth?
    “I must go,” she heard herself say in a whisper. Minka wondered
who she was trying to convince. At this point, she wasn’t so sure.
    “I want to see you again.”
    Were her ears deceiving her?
    A gorgeous hunk of a man wanted to see her again after a
night of sex. This couldn’t be. She wouldn’t allow herself to entertain the
idea. He was too beautiful. He belonged with someone just as beautiful, someone
like Keely. At that thought, her heart sank. But it was better she protected
herself from any more humiliation.
    “I have a boyfriend,” she said out of desperation.
    A soft laugh escaped his throat. “You just told me you were
single.” As he spoke the words, he drew his face closer to hers, his lips
inches away from hers.
    He was about to kiss her again; only this time she was one
hundred percent sober. Minka toyed with the idea of begging him to have a little
mercy on her. But she didn’t, instead her long lashes fluttered when he paused
for a mere second.
    Then he was kissing her, another mind-blowing kiss. His lips
felt just as great as they had last night, if not better. Minka heard a soft
noise from her throat as he deepened his hold on her.
    Against her lips, he whispered, “God, you feel good.” His
voice was raspy as he spoke the words, the heat of his mouth caressing her
lips. “Let’s go back to bed.”
    She wanted to, oh how she really wanted to go back to bed
with him one last time.
    “I really have to go. I promised Keely I’d go to her fitting
with her.” Where she found the voice to speak, Minka wasn’t sure.
    “Otherwise you would have stayed,” he challenged, still
standing way too close to her, his lips too close.
    “Yes, probably.” He raised an
eyebrow. “Yes,” she admitted. At least for one last time, she would have
stayed.
    He nodded and took a few steps back away from her, seeming
to understand her dilemma. The space unexpectedly left her feeling empty.
    He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. She
quietly followed him as he led her down the spiral mahogany stairs. The house,
she realized, was quite large with a certain charm. A Victorian style house
that was clearly a work-in-progress, with what appeared to be freshly stained
and finished floors, newly paintedwalls and sparse furniture. With the exception of his bedroom and the
big leather sofa in the living room accompanied by a big screen television, it
didn’t look like any other furniture had been purchased.
    She wondered who was actually behind the man and why he
lived in this big old house alone. Was he coming fresh off a relationship,
perhaps a divorce? And if so, had he gotten his heart broken or had he been the
heartbreaker? Minka decided it was probably the latter.
    “So, should we try this again?”
    Lost in her thoughts, the question caught her off-guard and
she bumped into him. Her hands landed on his bare chest and stayed there for a
second too long. She really should have insisted he put a shirt on as well. Not
that the sexy, thigh-hugging boxers were helping much.
    “We should try this again,” he repeated, but