Driving Her Crazy by Amy Andrews Page B

little old for you, Sadie Bliss? Or, how the hell did that come about, Sadie Bliss?’
    Kent sighed. Sadie obviously wanted to talk about it and, as much as he didn’t want to know any more about her, there was a part of him that really, really wanted to know how a smoking-hot woman like Sadie ended up with a guy twice her age.
    If Leonard Pinto had been buff and handsome he might have been able to see it, but Kent had seen the man’s picture and he doubted good old Leo would ever be asked to pose for a centrefold.
    ‘Okay, then, out with it,’ he said. ‘You obviously want to get it off your chest, so spill.’
    Sadie looked out of the window, not in the mood to be humoured. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
    Kent glanced at her petulant profile and felt as if he were back in high school. ‘I’m not going to ask you twice, Sadie, so why don’t you tell me all about it? Tell me how a man who must be at least twenty years older than you came to be in a sexual relationship with a much younger woman.’
    Sadie turned to face him, her eyes blazing. ‘It wasn’t like that.’
    Kent raised an eyebrow. ‘Like what?’
    ‘The way you’re making it sound,’ she snapped.
    ‘Okay. So how was it, then?’
    Sadie turned back to the window, watching the scenery flash by as she gathered her thoughts. ‘I took one of his classes at art school.’
    Kent snorted. If Sadie thought that made things sound better, then she was much more immature than he’d originally thought.
    ‘So...he was your teacher? Isn’t that against the rules?’
    Sadie sent him a scathing look. ‘I took the class for a term. We didn’t get involved until six months later.’
    ‘And how did that start? No, let me guess. He was impressed with your talent and offered to give you extra tuition.’
    Sadie looked back out of the window. ‘I went to one of his exhibitions and we got talking. He took me out for drinks afterwards.’
    ‘And then he said come back to my place and take off your clothes, I want to paint you?’
    Sadie ignored the sarcasm. ‘He was the most articulate and witty man I’d ever met. Sophisticated. Urbane. And what he didn’t know about the world and art and culture wasn’t worth knowing. And he was interested in me. This older, interesting man who could have had his pick of women was interested in little ol’ me.’
    Kent frowned. Obviously her father’s desertion had had a lasting impact on Sadie. ‘Why wouldn’t he be? You’re an interesting person.’
    Not to mention how very interesting she was to look at.
    Sadie flicked him an oh-really look. ‘Yes, I’ve noticed how you’ve been completely enthralled by my life.’
    Kent shrugged. ‘Don’t take it personally. I’ve been pretty uninterested generally the last couple of years.’ He swerved to avoid another crater-like pothole, then looked at her. ‘I can’t believe, though, that there weren’t a veritable glut of men your age that were also interested?’
    She nodded. ‘Sure. In my E cups.’ Sadie looked back out of the window. ‘Guys my age tend to have conversations with my chest. Leonard didn’t. He looked me right in the eye.’
    Kent felt an instant spike of guilt at his own fascination with her chest, but at least he could take comfort from the fact that every part of her seemed to fascinate him.
    God knew her mouth was becoming an obsession.
    ‘So Leonard’s gay? Or bi, I guess.’
    Sadie gasped and turned to stare at him. Where in the hell had that come from? ‘Were you dropped on the head as a baby?’
    ‘Hey, nothing wrong with that,’ Kent assured her. He could understand Sadie being attracted to someone who didn’t objectify her. ‘I’m just saying that any man who doesn’t at least check you out can’t be heterosexual.’
    Sadie opened her mouth to blast him despite the traitorous part of her that felt curiously flattered. ‘Are you implying that all men aren’t capable of restraining Neanderthal behaviour and if they are then they must