the roller in her hand and set his down
in the tray. "And how was I to know you'd be swimming naked in my
pool."
"You didn't have to stay in wolf form," she
argued. "You could have… have… come home and showed up as a
man."
"Because a naked man walking across the patio
would be so much more acceptable." Those green eyes danced with
devilish mischief.
The image of Charles, crossing the patio in
all his naked glory sent a wave of heat down through her body
beginning with her cheeks and ending at the juncture of her legs
where her body gushed with pleasure, ready to meet and greet. Just
when she was beginning to rethink the possibilities, he had to go
and ruin it.
"I thought you were the housekeeper," he
said.
"You're just digging this hole deeper and
deeper. Another six inches and it will be deep enough to bury you."
She threatened him with the roller again. "You think it's all right
to coerce sex from an employee? Is that what it means to be an
Alpha?"
"That was the point," he said and took a step
toward her. "You would have known I was the Alpha and it wasn't
coercion. If you were one of us you would've known that, too. I
asked. When you didn't run, I backed off. No one forced anyone to
do anything." Charles took another step.
Kat took a step back, but she still held her
paint roller weapon ready. "You didn't ask anything and if you did
I don't understand wolfish. One woof sounds the same as another.
And what do you mean, I didn't run?"
There was something she was missing here. He
should at least give him the opportunity to explain, right? Her
nether regions eagerly agreed.
Charles smiled as if he'd scored a point and
advanced another step. "We don't see sex the same way you do. A
courting couple usually stays faithful, same as a mated pair, but
most unattached adults see sex as a recreational activity."
"You just dug your last six inches. That hole
is six feet deep and ready for the headstone." The paint roller
kept Kat from putting her fists on her hips.
"You still don't get it," he laughed. "I
played with you. You played with me. I indicated I wanted to chase.
You refused to run. That's a Wolver's way of saying I don't want to
play. Haven't you ever had a guy hit on you in a bar? He makes a
pass. You say no. He smiles and goes away. No harm, no foul, Wolver
style."
"Does, uh, getting together always involve a
chase?" she asked and hated that her curiosity got the best of her.
Again.
Charles raised his eyebrows. "No, but it sure
adds to the fun."
"So if I'd run…"
"I would have flashed and come home and
chased you up the stairs. Maybe we would have made it to the
bedroom and maybe we wouldn't."
The stairs? Her eyes strayed to the door that
led to them. She caught herself and forced them back to Charles
where she avoided his eyes and mouth and focused on the spot just
below his chin. It was a very nice chin with just a hint of a
dimpled crease in the center. Kat shook her head and cleared her
throat.
"We wouldn't," she said, purposefully
misconstruing his reference, "And just so we're clear, I will never
run from you." Though if he hadn't told her, she'd be running hard
and fast right now. Damn, the man oozed sex appeal.
"Never say never."
The whole time they were talking, Charles was
moving closer. Before Kat realized his plan, one hand slid about
her waist pulling her close while the other hand grabbed the handle
of the roller and raised her hand along with it over her head.
"You, me, and a paint roller isn't a good
idea," he said as he lifted it from her fingers and tossed it onto
the plastic covering the floor. "But if you're into body painting,
I'm sure we can find something sweet and edible."
They were nose to nose, those piercing green
eyes drilling into hers. Kat sucked in air and then found she
couldn't release it. She swallowed hard and moistened her lips. It
was all the invitation he needed.
"It seems we're right where we left off," he
whispered before he kissed her.
Oh God, why did he
in the tray. "And how was I to know you'd be swimming naked in my
pool."
"You didn't have to stay in wolf form," she
argued. "You could have… have… come home and showed up as a
man."
"Because a naked man walking across the patio
would be so much more acceptable." Those green eyes danced with
devilish mischief.
The image of Charles, crossing the patio in
all his naked glory sent a wave of heat down through her body
beginning with her cheeks and ending at the juncture of her legs
where her body gushed with pleasure, ready to meet and greet. Just
when she was beginning to rethink the possibilities, he had to go
and ruin it.
"I thought you were the housekeeper," he
said.
"You're just digging this hole deeper and
deeper. Another six inches and it will be deep enough to bury you."
She threatened him with the roller again. "You think it's all right
to coerce sex from an employee? Is that what it means to be an
Alpha?"
"That was the point," he said and took a step
toward her. "You would have known I was the Alpha and it wasn't
coercion. If you were one of us you would've known that, too. I
asked. When you didn't run, I backed off. No one forced anyone to
do anything." Charles took another step.
Kat took a step back, but she still held her
paint roller weapon ready. "You didn't ask anything and if you did
I don't understand wolfish. One woof sounds the same as another.
And what do you mean, I didn't run?"
There was something she was missing here. He
should at least give him the opportunity to explain, right? Her
nether regions eagerly agreed.
Charles smiled as if he'd scored a point and
advanced another step. "We don't see sex the same way you do. A
courting couple usually stays faithful, same as a mated pair, but
most unattached adults see sex as a recreational activity."
"You just dug your last six inches. That hole
is six feet deep and ready for the headstone." The paint roller
kept Kat from putting her fists on her hips.
"You still don't get it," he laughed. "I
played with you. You played with me. I indicated I wanted to chase.
You refused to run. That's a Wolver's way of saying I don't want to
play. Haven't you ever had a guy hit on you in a bar? He makes a
pass. You say no. He smiles and goes away. No harm, no foul, Wolver
style."
"Does, uh, getting together always involve a
chase?" she asked and hated that her curiosity got the best of her.
Again.
Charles raised his eyebrows. "No, but it sure
adds to the fun."
"So if I'd run…"
"I would have flashed and come home and
chased you up the stairs. Maybe we would have made it to the
bedroom and maybe we wouldn't."
The stairs? Her eyes strayed to the door that
led to them. She caught herself and forced them back to Charles
where she avoided his eyes and mouth and focused on the spot just
below his chin. It was a very nice chin with just a hint of a
dimpled crease in the center. Kat shook her head and cleared her
throat.
"We wouldn't," she said, purposefully
misconstruing his reference, "And just so we're clear, I will never
run from you." Though if he hadn't told her, she'd be running hard
and fast right now. Damn, the man oozed sex appeal.
"Never say never."
The whole time they were talking, Charles was
moving closer. Before Kat realized his plan, one hand slid about
her waist pulling her close while the other hand grabbed the handle
of the roller and raised her hand along with it over her head.
"You, me, and a paint roller isn't a good
idea," he said as he lifted it from her fingers and tossed it onto
the plastic covering the floor. "But if you're into body painting,
I'm sure we can find something sweet and edible."
They were nose to nose, those piercing green
eyes drilling into hers. Kat sucked in air and then found she
couldn't release it. She swallowed hard and moistened her lips. It
was all the invitation he needed.
"It seems we're right where we left off," he
whispered before he kissed her.
Oh God, why did he
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