on your I.D.”
She nodded. “Right.”
“I was curious how you disappeared. The elevator’s coded. You saw me punch in the code once.”
Hard to gauge how he felt about that. “I have quick eyes.”
“Must fall into the category of how you were able to lift my wallet.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t need to explain my actions to you, Saven.”
He stuffed his hands inside his pants pockets, his expression detached. “I didn’t come here to make you uncomfortable.”
“Why did you come here, then?”
He stared at her, his full lips in a brooding line. “There was a connection between us last night. If you don’t want to admit it, there’s nothing I can do.” He started toward the door.
Ana watched his retreating shoulders, her stomach tightening. If she let Saven leave, she’d lose her chance of getting any inside information on him and Brooks. But asking him to stay would give him the impression she wanted him. After last night’s evidence of the effect he had on her, she couldn’t let her hormones blind her from her objective. But, crap, what the hell to do?
“Saven. I mean, Jonas.” He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but he didn’t turn. She studied how the cashmere curved the strong line of his back. If anything, she should be honest about where they stood on an intimate level. She’d never been one to beat around the bush. The problem was, how much did she tell him without letting him know her true intentions?
“I think we hit it off, too,” she said, quietly. No matter how brief last night’s kiss had been, it would be branded in her memory for the rest of her hectic life. “I don’t want you to think I kiss everybody like that… It’s a little disturbing how quickly it came on and—and it was fun, okay? But we should leave it at that. I mean, you and me, we’re different.”
Big understatement . She cleared her throat. “Is there any way we could be friends?”
He had turned about midway through her speech, looking a little taken aback. She got the impression he didn’t usually hear that last question from women.
Not a surprise. Men who looked like him, who had females throwing themselves at him at every opportunity, probably didn’t have time to keep a woman strictly in a platonic relationship.
When he still didn’t answer, she offered another suggestion. “Acquaintances?”
He shook his head. “You think that’s possible after last night?” He walked toward her, steps slow and precise, eyes suddenly heavy. “I’ve had a taste of you, Ana. And your flavor is sweet and hot.” A soft smile lingered on his mouth as he stopped in front of her. “It didn’t taste like friend or acquaintance.”
Her stomach fluttered.
For a second, he stared at her with those golden eyes as if he wouldn’t let her get away even if she attempted to make a run for it. She didn’t know why, but the guy had the weirdest effect on her. Got her hot and bothered just by being in the same room with him. And it wasn’t only his looks. San Francisco had as many pretty faces as bad ones, and none of them made her want to run for her life in the opposite direction.
She pushed a hand through her hair. “If we can’t be friends…we can’t be anything. My life is a little complex.”
“Why are you denying the attraction?”
“I’m not.” Just doing everything in my power to avoid it. “I know it’s there, but I don’t sleep with someone just because I like the way he looks. Apparently you do.”
He stared into her eyes. “What does that make me, Ana? A healthy male.”
“Typical too. I’m not down with casual sex, so you can scratch me off your list of possibilities.”
His gaze narrowed. “I don’t have any damn list.”
Buzzzzz. Buzzzzzzz .
Ana sighed. “Give me a break.”
“Is that who you expected earlier when you said my ass was grass? ”
She walked around him to the intercom. “No. Wasn’t expecting anyone, actually.”
“Anyone who rings your
She nodded. “Right.”
“I was curious how you disappeared. The elevator’s coded. You saw me punch in the code once.”
Hard to gauge how he felt about that. “I have quick eyes.”
“Must fall into the category of how you were able to lift my wallet.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t need to explain my actions to you, Saven.”
He stuffed his hands inside his pants pockets, his expression detached. “I didn’t come here to make you uncomfortable.”
“Why did you come here, then?”
He stared at her, his full lips in a brooding line. “There was a connection between us last night. If you don’t want to admit it, there’s nothing I can do.” He started toward the door.
Ana watched his retreating shoulders, her stomach tightening. If she let Saven leave, she’d lose her chance of getting any inside information on him and Brooks. But asking him to stay would give him the impression she wanted him. After last night’s evidence of the effect he had on her, she couldn’t let her hormones blind her from her objective. But, crap, what the hell to do?
“Saven. I mean, Jonas.” He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but he didn’t turn. She studied how the cashmere curved the strong line of his back. If anything, she should be honest about where they stood on an intimate level. She’d never been one to beat around the bush. The problem was, how much did she tell him without letting him know her true intentions?
“I think we hit it off, too,” she said, quietly. No matter how brief last night’s kiss had been, it would be branded in her memory for the rest of her hectic life. “I don’t want you to think I kiss everybody like that… It’s a little disturbing how quickly it came on and—and it was fun, okay? But we should leave it at that. I mean, you and me, we’re different.”
Big understatement . She cleared her throat. “Is there any way we could be friends?”
He had turned about midway through her speech, looking a little taken aback. She got the impression he didn’t usually hear that last question from women.
Not a surprise. Men who looked like him, who had females throwing themselves at him at every opportunity, probably didn’t have time to keep a woman strictly in a platonic relationship.
When he still didn’t answer, she offered another suggestion. “Acquaintances?”
He shook his head. “You think that’s possible after last night?” He walked toward her, steps slow and precise, eyes suddenly heavy. “I’ve had a taste of you, Ana. And your flavor is sweet and hot.” A soft smile lingered on his mouth as he stopped in front of her. “It didn’t taste like friend or acquaintance.”
Her stomach fluttered.
For a second, he stared at her with those golden eyes as if he wouldn’t let her get away even if she attempted to make a run for it. She didn’t know why, but the guy had the weirdest effect on her. Got her hot and bothered just by being in the same room with him. And it wasn’t only his looks. San Francisco had as many pretty faces as bad ones, and none of them made her want to run for her life in the opposite direction.
She pushed a hand through her hair. “If we can’t be friends…we can’t be anything. My life is a little complex.”
“Why are you denying the attraction?”
“I’m not.” Just doing everything in my power to avoid it. “I know it’s there, but I don’t sleep with someone just because I like the way he looks. Apparently you do.”
He stared into her eyes. “What does that make me, Ana? A healthy male.”
“Typical too. I’m not down with casual sex, so you can scratch me off your list of possibilities.”
His gaze narrowed. “I don’t have any damn list.”
Buzzzzz. Buzzzzzzz .
Ana sighed. “Give me a break.”
“Is that who you expected earlier when you said my ass was grass? ”
She walked around him to the intercom. “No. Wasn’t expecting anyone, actually.”
“Anyone who rings your
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