Free Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) by Debra Kayn Page A

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    “Yes?” She looked everywhere but at him.
    “I thought you’d sleep in later after we got home so late last night.”
    “Habit.” She shrugged. “You’re up early too.”
    The newspaper crinkled and she snapped around to look at him. Big mistake. He’d rolled over onto his back, stretched out, and clasped his hands behind his head.
Oh. My. God.
    She couldn’t help gaping at his muscular chest, the broad shoulders narrowing slightly at his waist where his boxers hung low. She gave a fleeting glance at the black boxers, and zoomed in on his thighs.
Oh, save me.
    Relaxed and looking perfectly composed, he said, “We made the paper. Someone caught us dancing in the VIP section after all. From the angle, they must’ve had a powerful camera and taken the shot from downstairs. Plus, they have a shot of me holding you to my chest when we exited the club.”
    “That’s good. Your plan worked. I’m glad it wasn’t a wasted evening, and you got everything you wished for.”
    He cleared his throat. “About last night … ”
    She shook her head, blinking rapidly to focus. His voice made it difficult to concentrate when he still had the rough, low timbre of sleep evident in his tone. “Yes?”
    He came off the bed in one smooth move. “I wanted to apologize.”
    “About what?” She walked backward into the door and stopped.
    “I think you’re under the impression that I asked you here to get you into bed with me.” He scratched his bare chest. “That you think I’m a joke … a … ” He looked confused for a split second. “A player.”
    The tightness in her chest eased, and a dawning took shape in her mind. “Dammit. You talked to Shauna, didn’t you?”
    He shook his head. “No.”
    “Grayson?”
    He grimaced. “Yeah.”
    “I can’t believe this.” She glared at him. “I suppose he told you how I hate the fact that I’m falling for your stupid charm and I worry about being just another woman in your fan club. Don’t think that’s gonna let you get out of paying me, because the stress alone is worth more money than you’re offering me.”
    “He — ”
    “No!” She covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear it. God, how embarrassing. I thought I could trust Shauna, but she’s got a big mouth now that Grayson is back in her life. She shares everything with him. I’m going to kill her when I get home.”
    She whirled around and marched out of his room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. First chance she got, she’d call Grayson and lecture him on the unspoken trust between girlfriends and girlfriend’s fiancée. What was it with jocks? Did they have a union, swearing to tell all secrets?
    Dominic followed her into the kitchen. She grabbed a mug, thankful he’d made coffee already. Ignoring him, she carried her drink into the living room and curled in the corner of the couch.
    He entered the room wearing a pair of jeans only, with his own cup of coffee in hand, and sat down in the leather chair by the window. Her skin prickled, her lungs constricted, her vision blurred as she stared at the coffee table. He was like a cake in an otherwise empty house, and she was starving.
    “I emailed the rep at Nomora. He’ll be here in an hour.” He drank his coffee as if she hadn’t just made a fool of herself.
    If he was willing to ignore her bout of insanity, then so could she. “Why?”
    “I’m giving them their samples they need to make cologne.” He managed to give her that information without giving anything away.
    “I thought your point of hiring me was to keep Nomora away from you. That kind of defeats the purpose.” She sagged against the couch. “Oh, I get it.”
    “No, I don’t think you do.”
    She put her feet on the floor. “Hey, if you want to call this job off, fine. Give me a plane ticket, and I’m outta here.”
    “Stop. I don’t want you going anywhere.” He scooted forward and leaned over, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I thought a lot about my