eyes as he shifted slightly and leaned towards her just a little. “And what exactly have you been thinking, Liz?”
Crap ! She was terrible at this game, and she was playing with a master. She tried in vain to think of a sexy passage from one of the erotic romances she kept on a shelf in her bedroom. What would a woman wholly onboard with being seduced say or do in this situation? Not a damn thing came to mind.
“I want a do-over.” Inwardly, she groaned and cringed and banged her head against a virtual wall.
Perfect, firm male lips quirked. “Well-spoken, Liz. My thoughts exactly.”
Chapter 11
L iz fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat. He hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts; just being around her for the last hour had ramped his arousal up to dangerously high levels. A night of DIY was definitely not on the agenda, and he didn’t want to be with anyone else.
That last thought sobered him, reminding him of one of the primary reasons he was here: to get over this ridiculous preoccupation with Liz Benning. The fact that she believed their last go-round had been solely based in pity had been weighing upon him. Had she aroused only his sympathy, things never would have gone as far as they had. Or been so damn fantastic.
Once he corrected that misconception, his conscience would be clear and he could get on with his life.
“Pack a few personal essentials,” he told her as he followed her into her place.
“What?”
He smiled at the way her eyes widened when she lifted her face to his. Catching this woman off-guard, doing the unexpected, was quickly becoming one of his new favorite pastimes. “I’d like to take you someplace, Liz.”
“You would?”
“Yes.” It had been an impulsive thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Liz’s place was great, but it was a little too homey, a little too domestic for what he had in mind.
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise,” he winked.
“A surprise,” she echoed.
“A good surprise. Pack some casual, comfortable clothing and something suitable for a nice dinner.”
“Miles, I don’t know...”
She wanted to, he could see it in her eyes. Desire struggled with doubt. “Trust me, Liz.”
* * *
S he must be insane, she thought as she tossed a few items into her overnight bag. Miles Grayson says “jump”, and she asks “how high?”
Jeans, comfortable socks, a soft chamois long-sleeve, and some of her most expensive Victoria’s Secret matching ensembles. She quickly scanned through her closet, selecting a favorite black sheath that made her natural curves look amazing. She thought briefly about tossing in some pajamas, then decided against it. She was going away for the night – possibly the whole weekend - with an experienced, sexy man. She wouldn’t need pajamas.
A strand of simple pearls, matching earrings, garter belt, and six-inch spike heels went into the bag, too. With a quick trip to the bathroom, she had her toothbrush, deodorant, make-up kit, and brush.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Miles turned away from the mantle where he had been examining the collection of photographs on display. There weren’t too many, just some of her favorites. One of her parents, one of her and Nick at the lake, another of her and Holly.
“That was fast.”
Liz shrugged. “I travel for work frequently. I’ve got it down to a science.”
“Excellent. Shall we?”
Liz took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? “Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
––––––––
S he had heard of places like this, but she had never actually been in one before.
The carpet was a rich, decadent crimson; the walls were an expensive-looking creamy white with gold-accented wallpaper in a hedonistic Greco-Roman theme. To the right was a cozy sitting area with a fireplace. A large, sofa faced the hearth, flanked by two side tables and a coffee
Crap ! She was terrible at this game, and she was playing with a master. She tried in vain to think of a sexy passage from one of the erotic romances she kept on a shelf in her bedroom. What would a woman wholly onboard with being seduced say or do in this situation? Not a damn thing came to mind.
“I want a do-over.” Inwardly, she groaned and cringed and banged her head against a virtual wall.
Perfect, firm male lips quirked. “Well-spoken, Liz. My thoughts exactly.”
Chapter 11
L iz fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat. He hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts; just being around her for the last hour had ramped his arousal up to dangerously high levels. A night of DIY was definitely not on the agenda, and he didn’t want to be with anyone else.
That last thought sobered him, reminding him of one of the primary reasons he was here: to get over this ridiculous preoccupation with Liz Benning. The fact that she believed their last go-round had been solely based in pity had been weighing upon him. Had she aroused only his sympathy, things never would have gone as far as they had. Or been so damn fantastic.
Once he corrected that misconception, his conscience would be clear and he could get on with his life.
“Pack a few personal essentials,” he told her as he followed her into her place.
“What?”
He smiled at the way her eyes widened when she lifted her face to his. Catching this woman off-guard, doing the unexpected, was quickly becoming one of his new favorite pastimes. “I’d like to take you someplace, Liz.”
“You would?”
“Yes.” It had been an impulsive thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Liz’s place was great, but it was a little too homey, a little too domestic for what he had in mind.
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise,” he winked.
“A surprise,” she echoed.
“A good surprise. Pack some casual, comfortable clothing and something suitable for a nice dinner.”
“Miles, I don’t know...”
She wanted to, he could see it in her eyes. Desire struggled with doubt. “Trust me, Liz.”
* * *
S he must be insane, she thought as she tossed a few items into her overnight bag. Miles Grayson says “jump”, and she asks “how high?”
Jeans, comfortable socks, a soft chamois long-sleeve, and some of her most expensive Victoria’s Secret matching ensembles. She quickly scanned through her closet, selecting a favorite black sheath that made her natural curves look amazing. She thought briefly about tossing in some pajamas, then decided against it. She was going away for the night – possibly the whole weekend - with an experienced, sexy man. She wouldn’t need pajamas.
A strand of simple pearls, matching earrings, garter belt, and six-inch spike heels went into the bag, too. With a quick trip to the bathroom, she had her toothbrush, deodorant, make-up kit, and brush.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Miles turned away from the mantle where he had been examining the collection of photographs on display. There weren’t too many, just some of her favorites. One of her parents, one of her and Nick at the lake, another of her and Holly.
“That was fast.”
Liz shrugged. “I travel for work frequently. I’ve got it down to a science.”
“Excellent. Shall we?”
Liz took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? “Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
––––––––
S he had heard of places like this, but she had never actually been in one before.
The carpet was a rich, decadent crimson; the walls were an expensive-looking creamy white with gold-accented wallpaper in a hedonistic Greco-Roman theme. To the right was a cozy sitting area with a fireplace. A large, sofa faced the hearth, flanked by two side tables and a coffee
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