Nothing but Trouble (Chinooks #5) by Rachel Gibson Page A

house in Queen Anne. Maybe the feeling in his stomach had to do with his medication.
    She laughed next to his ear. A soft, breathy little sound that tickled his temple. “I meant high as in elevation.”
    He almost smiled. Showed where his mind tended to reside these days.
    She leaned forward a little more, pressing into him. “This house is almost four thousand square feet. It has a great view of the bay and is all one floor. I thought it might be perfect for you.”
    He wondered if she was doing it on purpose. Women had been pressing and rubbing up against him since his rookie days. Letting him know they wanted sex in not so subtle ways. But he didn’t really think his little assistant was rubbing up against him because she wanted him to push her down on his desk and have sex with her right there.
    Or did she?
    “The kitchen has been completely renovated and modernized. What do you think?”
    What did he think? He thought of her sitting on his desk in front of him, his hands pushing the skirt up her legs, because as much as Mark loved spending time with a nice pair of breasts, he was ultimately a thigh man. A woman’s smooth inner thighs were his favorite parts. He loved sliding his palms up soft, warm skin, getting softer and warmer as his hand moved up higher.
    “What do you think, Mr. Bressler?”
    The weight slowly lowered to just beneath his navel and stopped before reaching his groin. “I don’t cook.” Six months ago, he would have had a full-blown erection by now.
    “You don’t have to cook.”
    The warm heaviness was the most of anything he’d felt in a long time and the very last thing he wanted to feel for the woman pressing into him. “Tell me again? Why am I looking at real estate?”
    “Because you want to move.”
    He placed his left hand on the desk and stood, balancing most of his weight on his right side. He didn’t need her butting into his business and trying to run his life. “I never told you that.”
    She was forced to take a step back. “You mentioned it.”
    He turned and leaned his behind on the desk. “If I mention that I haven’t been laid for six months, are you going to start lining up hookers?”
    Her brows lowered over her blue eyes. “You didn’t get laid yesterday?”
    God, did she ever react like a normal woman?
    “You didn’t hook up with Donda?”
    The Sports Illustrated reporter? “No.” He’d never hook up with a reporter, on the off chance she’d write about it.
    “Or anyone else?”
    Why would she think something like that? “It’s none of your damn business.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “It is when you make me buy you condoms and KY and a magnum pleasure ring. God, that was embarrassing and just plain gross. And it was all for nothing!”
    He folded his arms across his chest. “I was thinking about getting laid.” She looked mad. Good. That made two of them. Pushy woman. She needed to back off, and she really needed to stop rubbing against him before he did get a hard-on. Or worse, much worse, before she noticed that he couldn’t get it up. That he wasn’t a functioning man. “But thinking about sex and buying condoms doesn’t mean I want to do it with you . So you can stop rubbing yourself against me. I’m not that desperate.”
    Her big blue eyes rounded. “What?”
    “You’re not my type of woman. I’m not a boob man, and rubbing your breasts against me doesn’t turn me on.”
    “I didn’t rub against you.”
    “You rubbed.” He pointed his rigid middle finger at all the ruffles on her blouse. “I don’t want to have sex with you. No offense.”
    Her mouth fell open. “‘No offense’? You’ve been trying to offend me since the first day we met.”
    He dropped his hand to the top of the desk beside his right hip. That was true.
    “You’ve been working overtime at it.”
    No, he hadn’t. If he’d been working overtime, he would have said, “Now, don’t get all mad and bitter and hurt. I’m sure some men find you attractive.