Lip Lock by Susanna Carr Page B

more comfortably on the sofa. “So how long have you been living here?”
    Okay, don’t explain yourself . He was probably bluffing anyway. “I just told you, I wasn’t.” She grabbed a pair of socks. They didn’t match, but she didn’t care at this point.
    “Kind of chilly in here,” Kyle observed.
    “You can leave anytime.” Molly stepped over a box of books and hopped to the side before she fell against the end table.
    “Dark, too.”
    “No one is stopping you.” She sat on the sofa arm.
    “And your security system sucks.” He aimed the flashlight at the door handle.
    “Be sure to close the door firmly on your way out then.” She didn’t look at him as she put on a sock.
    The light was back on her. It traveled slowly up her foot to her mouth.
    “Buh-bye.” Molly waved and picked up her other sock.
    Kyle didn’t move, but the atmosphere crackled. “Have you been camping out at the office?”
    She jerked her head up before she could stop. “No.”
    The arrogant smile was back.
    She wanted to throw him out, but that was impossible. The least she could do was grab the light away from him. Maybe take a chance and clock him over the head with it. “Go away, Kyle.”
    “Or what?” He moved the light away from her. “You’ll call the cops?”
    Her hands curled into fists at her sides.
    “All I want is to go to dinner with you.” He held his fingers up and made a bunny rabbit shadow on the opposite wall. “And you think that is reason for an arrest?”
    Her stomach grumbled. “Dinner?” She looked at him suspiciously. “You followed me across town to see if I’ll go to dinner.”
    “No, actually I worked up an appetite following you.”
    “Then why did you follow me?” She wasn’t sure if she was ready for the answer.
    “I’ll tell you over appetizers.”
    A meal with more than one course. Oooh…He was ruthless. More reason to keep away from him, despite what her stomach was saying. “I don’t date the boss.”
    He tilted his head and pinned her with a look. “You don’t follow the rules, so why bother making any?”
    “I mean it, Kyle.”
    “It’s dinner,” he said with a trace of impatience. “Not foreplay. Not a commitment.”
    She glared at him. There was nothing more she wanted than to get out of this truck. To eat something. Anything. And he knew it.
    “I have plans,” Molly said suddenly. Where were her shoes? She couldn’t find them without her flashlight. “And…and you’re making me late.”
    “Oh, yeah, right.”
    “You don’t believe me?”
    “No, not particularly.”
    “Fine. You are more than welcome to tag along,” she said, hoping he didn’t call her bluff.
    She took pleasure in his hesitation. Not so sure of yourself now, are you? That makes two of us. But at least that leveled the playing field.
    “Sure.” He stood up and held his hand out to her. “I’m in.”
    Darn it. Now she had to come up with a night he’d never forget—or want to repeat.
     
    Kyle leaned back on the cracked plastic chair and sprawled his feet in front of him. “Molly Connors, you sure know how to give a guy a good time.”
    Molly rolled her eyes and sank her teeth into the sub sandwich. Her groans were almost orgasmic. Kyle did a quick glance, but no one seemed to notice. He couldn’t be the only one affected. But then, these people were in a hurry to get their clothes washed and dried before the Laundromat closed.
    He admitted it had been a while since he’d been in a Laudromat. Not much had changed. The uncomfortable seats. More washers available than dryers. The eclectic mix of people. Oh, yeah. It was all coming back to him.
    But he preferred the place over some of the girly boutiques she visited earlier in the evening. Kyle kept a close eye on her transactions, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she had a very complicated exchange system going on there.
    Kyle didn’t know if he should be impressed or alarmed. If anything, he should be careful around this one. She was a