be doing each other a favor by leaving it at one night and moving on before they made a mess of things.
The problem was, though, now that he’d been with her, now that he knew how her full pretty lips tasted, how her soft curves felt pressed up against him, and how his name sounded as it slipped out of her on a long satisfied sigh…well,
now
…now he was just screwed.
Royally and thoroughly screwed.
How the hell was he supposed to
not
think about her? Not touching her, not feeling her smile under his kiss was going to drive him crazy, but if that’s what she wanted, if that’s what made her happy, what choice did he have?
Seeing how happy she’d been when he told her about the job was one of the best things he’d ever…
wait a second
.
Since when did making some chick happy take precedence over making himself happy?
Carter scrubbed his palms down his face and grunted out a curse. Twenty-four hours ago the answer to that would have been never, but then he’d stood beside Regan and watched her heart break as her business drove off in the back of a battered U-Haul. From that second, something changed, and for some unknown dumb-ass reason, he wanted to be the one to make her happy.
Shit!
Chapter Five
“Look, don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
Han Solo,
The Empire Strikes Back
After a brief check in the rearview mirror, Regan took a few deep breaths and walked into the clinic. Or she tried to, anyway.
Dozens of boxes teetered precariously atop a chaotic jumble of bubble-wrapped chairs, bookshelves, sections of desks, and two large couches, all of which jammed what should have been the reception area and one of the hallways.
Regan was sure one good hard breath would have brought it all crashing down around her, but that didn’t stop the guy in the work shirt from pushing through the door behind her with another large leather five-wheeled office chair.
It took all the restraint she had not to send him right back outside with it until there was room to move. How did anyone think it was a good idea to keep piling things up? And why wasn’t anyone moving anything past that hallway?
Two men hunched behind the reception desk acknowledged her with brief nods, then went back to work, one hooking up a computer and the other bent over a phone system that looked like it had come straight from NASA.
Voices rose down both hallways, and none of them sounded terribly happy.
This was, without a doubt, the worst time to have brought her résumé. She should have discussed timing with Carter before he left last night.
“You two go, then I’ll go when you get back.” Carter’s voice preceded him into the hall. He caught her eye and grinned, sending a crack of electricity ratcheting through every cell in her body. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Regan breathed slowly, and thumbed toward the jumble of furniture. “If I’d known you were setting the place up like Jenga, I would’ve worn a hard hat.”
“Yeah, most of this was supposed to be delivered tomorrow or Friday, but stuff just keeps coming and all we’ve managed to do is write our initials on what’s ours.” His grin widened the closer he got, but his voice lowered to a deep whisper. “You look great.”
No she didn’t, she looked like someone out on a job hunt, with her black pants and pressed white blouse. Even her black pumps were boring, but the way Carter stared at her with that wolfish grin of his, she might as well have been standing there buck naked.
Flashes of the night before blazed through her mind but in every single one it was Carter who was buck naked. What a sight he was, stretched out on her bed, his lean muscular body inviting her to take whatever she wanted.
And boy, did she take. Without hesitation, she’d touched him in ways she’d never touched anyone else, and she’d let him…
This is not the time to be thinking about that!
Maybe if she breathed in and out nice and slow, she could push back the heat coursing
The problem was, though, now that he’d been with her, now that he knew how her full pretty lips tasted, how her soft curves felt pressed up against him, and how his name sounded as it slipped out of her on a long satisfied sigh…well,
now
…now he was just screwed.
Royally and thoroughly screwed.
How the hell was he supposed to
not
think about her? Not touching her, not feeling her smile under his kiss was going to drive him crazy, but if that’s what she wanted, if that’s what made her happy, what choice did he have?
Seeing how happy she’d been when he told her about the job was one of the best things he’d ever…
wait a second
.
Since when did making some chick happy take precedence over making himself happy?
Carter scrubbed his palms down his face and grunted out a curse. Twenty-four hours ago the answer to that would have been never, but then he’d stood beside Regan and watched her heart break as her business drove off in the back of a battered U-Haul. From that second, something changed, and for some unknown dumb-ass reason, he wanted to be the one to make her happy.
Shit!
Chapter Five
“Look, don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
Han Solo,
The Empire Strikes Back
After a brief check in the rearview mirror, Regan took a few deep breaths and walked into the clinic. Or she tried to, anyway.
Dozens of boxes teetered precariously atop a chaotic jumble of bubble-wrapped chairs, bookshelves, sections of desks, and two large couches, all of which jammed what should have been the reception area and one of the hallways.
Regan was sure one good hard breath would have brought it all crashing down around her, but that didn’t stop the guy in the work shirt from pushing through the door behind her with another large leather five-wheeled office chair.
It took all the restraint she had not to send him right back outside with it until there was room to move. How did anyone think it was a good idea to keep piling things up? And why wasn’t anyone moving anything past that hallway?
Two men hunched behind the reception desk acknowledged her with brief nods, then went back to work, one hooking up a computer and the other bent over a phone system that looked like it had come straight from NASA.
Voices rose down both hallways, and none of them sounded terribly happy.
This was, without a doubt, the worst time to have brought her résumé. She should have discussed timing with Carter before he left last night.
“You two go, then I’ll go when you get back.” Carter’s voice preceded him into the hall. He caught her eye and grinned, sending a crack of electricity ratcheting through every cell in her body. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Regan breathed slowly, and thumbed toward the jumble of furniture. “If I’d known you were setting the place up like Jenga, I would’ve worn a hard hat.”
“Yeah, most of this was supposed to be delivered tomorrow or Friday, but stuff just keeps coming and all we’ve managed to do is write our initials on what’s ours.” His grin widened the closer he got, but his voice lowered to a deep whisper. “You look great.”
No she didn’t, she looked like someone out on a job hunt, with her black pants and pressed white blouse. Even her black pumps were boring, but the way Carter stared at her with that wolfish grin of his, she might as well have been standing there buck naked.
Flashes of the night before blazed through her mind but in every single one it was Carter who was buck naked. What a sight he was, stretched out on her bed, his lean muscular body inviting her to take whatever she wanted.
And boy, did she take. Without hesitation, she’d touched him in ways she’d never touched anyone else, and she’d let him…
This is not the time to be thinking about that!
Maybe if she breathed in and out nice and slow, she could push back the heat coursing
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