other side, leaning against the doorjamb and watching her with a lazy smile.
“You’re hair’s cute in the morning,” he said.
She blinked. Was he serious? She knew darn well what her hair looked like, and cute was not the adequate adjective. To test her own reasoning, she patted the top of her head. Sure enough, the curls were a good couple of inches in the air.
“Thanks for washing my clothes.” She took the small stack from him, and her cheeks warmed a bit when she saw her bra and panties folded neatly on top.
“No problem. That’s a pretty hot underwear set you’ve got going on there.”
Her face went from slightly warm to burning up. “Seriously? You just had to comment on those?”
“Yes. ’Cause I’m dirty.” He gave her a roguish look. “And so are you, so go get your butt in the shower.”
“Nice.” She rolled her eyes and walked past him towards the bathroom. “You go from a backhanded compliment on a girl’s underwear to telling her she stinks? How do you even get a date?”
Marco laughed, a low sexy sound that sent hot little shivers through her.
“Getting a date, or anything else from a woman, has never been a problem, princess.”
Brandy wrinkled her nose at him and then shut the bathroom door, blocking out his amused smile.
She groaned and pressed her forehead against the door.
Of course Marco never had issues with women. The man was a walking sex symbol–confident, sexy and he had that dangerous edge most women flocked to. He was the type of man you had a wild, uninhibited fling with but never married.
So what did that mean for her? Did it mean she really wanted to get involved sexually with him? That was if she could even convince him to go to bed with her.
There were times where she was thoroughly convinced he wanted her. Would take her in the middle of a freeway during rush hour traffic type wanted her. But then there were other times…an arctic breeze could be warmer than his attitude towards her. He was such an absolute puzzle.
I’ll bet he wouldn’t be so quick to say no to me if he knew who I was.
She sighed. Which was why she still avoided telling him. If he was going to be interested in her, she didn’t want it to be because she was the Lingerie Heiress. She wanted it to be because she was some girl named Brandy, who taught music, who he just happened to fall for.
“Enough already. You don’t have time to overanalyze all this,” she muttered to herself. “Just get your butt in the shower.”
It’d all work out. Whatever fate intended. Brandy pulled off her shirt and climbed into the stall. She tilted her head and pursed her lips. Then again, maybe people created their own fate.
“A buffet?”
“I’m starving.” Marco grinned and gestured for her to go into the restaurant first. “I tend to avoid the Strip at all costs. But if I’m coming down here anyway and plan to eat, I occasionally swing by one.”
He gave the cashier his credit card and ignored Brandy’s protests. Maybe she did have money, but that didn’t mean he’d let her pick up the tab when they went out.
“I’m buying next time,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“Deal.”
The hostess led them to a table and gave them instructions on how the buffet worked. Brandy seemed to be hanging on her every word.
Had she never been to a buffet? He pursed his lips as he watched her. He got the feeling this would be another first for her.
When the hostess walked away, Brandy turned to him, her brow furrowed and her mouth parted. Clearly she was a bit overwhelmed.
“There’s so much food,” she finally said.
He laughed. “I’m going to take a wild guess here. You’ve never been to a buffet?”
Her expression relaxed and she gave a slight shrug. “No. I’ve never been to a buffet.”
“Come on, it’s easy.” He grabbed her hand and led her over to where the plates were stacked high. He picked one up and handed it to her. “First you take one of
“You’re hair’s cute in the morning,” he said.
She blinked. Was he serious? She knew darn well what her hair looked like, and cute was not the adequate adjective. To test her own reasoning, she patted the top of her head. Sure enough, the curls were a good couple of inches in the air.
“Thanks for washing my clothes.” She took the small stack from him, and her cheeks warmed a bit when she saw her bra and panties folded neatly on top.
“No problem. That’s a pretty hot underwear set you’ve got going on there.”
Her face went from slightly warm to burning up. “Seriously? You just had to comment on those?”
“Yes. ’Cause I’m dirty.” He gave her a roguish look. “And so are you, so go get your butt in the shower.”
“Nice.” She rolled her eyes and walked past him towards the bathroom. “You go from a backhanded compliment on a girl’s underwear to telling her she stinks? How do you even get a date?”
Marco laughed, a low sexy sound that sent hot little shivers through her.
“Getting a date, or anything else from a woman, has never been a problem, princess.”
Brandy wrinkled her nose at him and then shut the bathroom door, blocking out his amused smile.
She groaned and pressed her forehead against the door.
Of course Marco never had issues with women. The man was a walking sex symbol–confident, sexy and he had that dangerous edge most women flocked to. He was the type of man you had a wild, uninhibited fling with but never married.
So what did that mean for her? Did it mean she really wanted to get involved sexually with him? That was if she could even convince him to go to bed with her.
There were times where she was thoroughly convinced he wanted her. Would take her in the middle of a freeway during rush hour traffic type wanted her. But then there were other times…an arctic breeze could be warmer than his attitude towards her. He was such an absolute puzzle.
I’ll bet he wouldn’t be so quick to say no to me if he knew who I was.
She sighed. Which was why she still avoided telling him. If he was going to be interested in her, she didn’t want it to be because she was the Lingerie Heiress. She wanted it to be because she was some girl named Brandy, who taught music, who he just happened to fall for.
“Enough already. You don’t have time to overanalyze all this,” she muttered to herself. “Just get your butt in the shower.”
It’d all work out. Whatever fate intended. Brandy pulled off her shirt and climbed into the stall. She tilted her head and pursed her lips. Then again, maybe people created their own fate.
“A buffet?”
“I’m starving.” Marco grinned and gestured for her to go into the restaurant first. “I tend to avoid the Strip at all costs. But if I’m coming down here anyway and plan to eat, I occasionally swing by one.”
He gave the cashier his credit card and ignored Brandy’s protests. Maybe she did have money, but that didn’t mean he’d let her pick up the tab when they went out.
“I’m buying next time,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“Deal.”
The hostess led them to a table and gave them instructions on how the buffet worked. Brandy seemed to be hanging on her every word.
Had she never been to a buffet? He pursed his lips as he watched her. He got the feeling this would be another first for her.
When the hostess walked away, Brandy turned to him, her brow furrowed and her mouth parted. Clearly she was a bit overwhelmed.
“There’s so much food,” she finally said.
He laughed. “I’m going to take a wild guess here. You’ve never been to a buffet?”
Her expression relaxed and she gave a slight shrug. “No. I’ve never been to a buffet.”
“Come on, it’s easy.” He grabbed her hand and led her over to where the plates were stacked high. He picked one up and handed it to her. “First you take one of
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