Free Caught on Camera by Kim Law Page B

JP off. In the span of a few short sentences, he had unearthed the past hurt she’d lived through when she’d first found out that Ted was happily married and had been lying to her from the start.
    More chocolate.
    Three bites later, the spoon clinked against the empty crystal. With a huff, she shoved aside a bowl on the counter and replaced it with the now-empty dessert flute while once again replaying those minutes through her mind. JP had looked at her for an instant as if he’d understood.
    But what had he understood?
    Her pain, most likely. She nodded. That was all he’d seen. She’d let her guard down, and he’d seen the hurt cross her face as she’d remembered.
    Turning away, she snatched open the refrigerator and decided to totally blow her calories for the week. If a person didn’t live once in a while, what was the damn point?
    With no guilt whatsoever, she dug into JP’s dessert.
    As she licked each spot of lusciousness off the heavy spoon, she finally noticed the general dishevelment of the kitchen. A chef would have cleaned up before leaving.
    At least a good chef. She slid another bite between her lips and silently noted that whoever had prepared the meal was definitely good.
    Scanning the entire area, she took in a dirty broiler pan on top of the stainless-steel range, a top-quality skillet and another pot pushed to the side, and an apron tossed haphazardly in the corner behind a butcher block of knives. She stepped closer to the stove and lifted a lid to peek inside. The remains of the potatoes they’d eaten. Peering back at the door, she studied it as if she could see through the solid wood. Had Cat cooked all this for them before leaving?
    Because surely it hadn’t been JP.
    Not that she didn’t think men cooked, but men like JP? The last thing he would ever need to do was cook his own meals. He could afford anything he wanted, and probably never bat an eye at the cost. Plus, he’d brought her here for sex, not to impress her with a fancy dinner.
    At the thought of sex, she remembered how much his simply looking at her turned her on. She dropped her head back and stared at the ceiling. Despicable or not, the man was hot, and her body didn’t seem to care about his character. She needed to get out of there now, before she calmed down completely, lest she should find herself once again vulnerable to his charms. Because like him or not, it had been a long darn time, and her body was well aware it could have one heck of a night if she would just turn her mind off.
    Her phone and purse were at the table. She couldn’t simply waltz back in and call for a cab without having to talk to the man. But if the cab were already here, she could breeze through, grab her stuff, and go.
    Slipping another bite between her lips, she searched the room until she spied a phone tucked into the corner of a desk. Padding across the floor, she enjoyed the cool slate against her bare skin, then snatched up the receiver and dialed information. With a cab secured and the guard at the gate made aware to expect it, she turned back to the room and surveyed the area, looking for a way to spend the time waiting for the driver. Because she wasn’t going back in that dining room until she absolutely had to.
    Just like she clearly wasn’t getting out of Savannah anytime soon. She’d go home, her figurative tail tucked between her legs, and explain to her boss how she’d stretched the truth just a tad. She’d assured him the interview was as good as in the bag. Bob had always been her biggest supporter, so no doubt he’d forgive her and hopefully do whatever he could to save her job. She simply wished it hadn’t all ended like this. She’d really wanted the chance.
    Facing the mound of dishes before her, she gave a quick nod. Chores focused her, and she needed to pull herself back together. Plus, there was no need leaving such a mess for Cat.
    Setting the partially eaten dessert beside the sink, she turned on the water and