âYou should just sleep with His Highnesty and get him out of your system,â Josh says. âAll that sexual tension between you is making me edgy.â
âIâm working too hard to even think about sex right now, Josh.â
The elevator in the hall outside Interiors by M opens, and Josh hits the button for the parking garage. âSweetie, you know what youâre really doing, donât you?â
âFilling the chasm of my nonexistent sex life with work?â
âOh, please. It hasnât been that long.â
The elevator plunges downward with a whirr.
âYeah, thatâs easy for you to say when youâve got Carlos from Cuba.â
Josh sighs. âI told you, weâre having a tiff. Besides, I havenât decided about Carlos yet. Heâs bi, and I donât know if I want to date a guy who likes girls.â
âWell, I donât know if I want to date a guy who has obnoxious friends.â
âYes, you do.â
The elevator door opens, and we step into the parking garage. It smells like heat, oil, and exhaust.
âYou just want to make the princeling work for it.â
âI donât give a fudge what he does.â Iâm working on not cursing so I donât mess up in front of the cameras, and fudge is my new favorite word. âIâm going to watch my reality shows on TiVo, then sleep. If Iâm lucky I wonât dream about LSC Codes, occupancy classifications, and reverse stenciling.â My heels click on the concrete, the sound echoing through the barren garage.
Josh waits, knowing I canât leave it at that. Heâs right.
âIn a few weeks this fudging kamikaze show will be over,â I say, âand if Nicoloâs still interested, Iâll think about it.â
âPlease. Heâs your fantasy man. Youâve dreamed about this guy.â
âYeah, and I have to wonder if heâs real.â
âIs anyone?â Josh says. Then, âWhat have we here?â
Josh slows, and I follow his gaze. Nicolo is standing besidemy BMW, looking cool in casualwear: black slacks, black silk shirt, leather jacket thrown over his shoulder.
âIâm calling later, and I want details,â Josh says, then turns abruptly and heads across the garage to his turquoise Jeep.
For a long moment I donât move, trying to figure how Iâm going to handle this. Then Nicolo spreads his arms, gives me a disarming smile, and the next thing I know Iâm walking toward him. I stop close enough to smell his cologne. It must be made with pheromones because I canât think of anything but pushing him up against the car and devouring that sexy mouth. âIâm too tired to go out,â I say, surprised that my words trickle through the constriction in my throat.
âThen we should stay in,â Nicolo says softly, his voice and tenor matching my mood, almost as though he can read my mind. âI will entertain you.â He leans closer. âWith my mouth, my hands, my bodyâ¦â
Okay, this is really corny. I swear, if a friend told me a guy said this to her, I would laugh my ass off. But weâre inches apart, his voice is low and seductive, his bodyâs hot, and I deserve a little fun after the day Iâve had.
So instead of laughing at his cheesiness, instead of repeating my professional relationship mantra, I put my hand on the back of his neck, pull him to me, and kiss him hard. I donât know how long we stand behind my car, our tongues entwined, our bodies wrapped around each other, but when his hand slides under my top and touches skin, I pull away.
He frowns and sighs with frustration. I know exactly how he feels. The last thing I want to do is stop. I want him, and the role of good girl is a size too small.
But just because Iâve capitulated internally doesnât mean Iâll let him see how I really feel.
âAllison, I will take you home, yes?â
I shake my
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