This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance) by Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward Page A
Authors: Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward
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and generous, and sexy, and…tempting. Jason Foxx was nothing but six-foot-something of extreme temptation. And she couldn’t do a darn thing but charm him with her wit.
It was like having fasted for a month and then sitting down to a mountain of your favorite ice cream and not being able to eat it.
Couldn’t I have just one little taste?
Chapter Eight
Uncomfortable, Jane shifted her weight, resting it on her other hip. “Thanks for hanging around and keeping me company. This isn’t exactly a rockin’ place to spend your Friday night.”
“At least the company’s good.”
She couldn’t drum up an appropriate answer quickly and was grateful for the interruption when the nurse arrived to draw her blood and administer her medication. But she quickly retreated to the world beyond the pink curtain, leaving Jane to try to untangle her tongue. “Sorry,” she finally managed after several bloated minutes of torturous silence. “I guess I’m not much of an entertainer.”
“Actually, since I’m the healthy one, I should be entertaining you.”
Images of not-so-wholesome forms of entertainment flashed through her mind. “Good! What’s in your repertoire? Do you sing? Dance?”
“Nope. Can’t sing a note.”
“I happen to know you’re a fine dancer.” She lifted her arms and folded them behind her head, using them as a makeshift pillow. “How about showing me some of your moves?”
A hint of a blush stained his cheeks. “I can’t dance without music.”
“I can sing for you.” She bellowed out a few lines of Prince’s International Lover in her best falsetto, including the little high-pitched ohhs and ahhs for effect. It seemed fairly appropriate.
Unfortunately, Jason didn’t seem to agree, at least it seemed that way based on the disgusted look on his face, which did nothing to detract from his charm. “What is that?”
“ International Lover by Prince. A 1980s classic in my opinion.”
“Not in mine.”
“Okay. I can give you an alternative. How about… Like a Virgin ? She sang the first line in her best Madonna impersonation. The lyrics were accompanied by a half-hearted attempt at some seductive dance moves, well the best she could manage in a hospital bed.
Clearly not impressed, he scowled and shook his head. How could a man look so cute scowling? “That isn’t much better.”
Feigning insult she dropped her arms to her sides. “Well, pooh! You’re making this difficult. My repertoire is limited, you know. I don’t frequent karaoke bars.”
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t want a nurse or doctor walking in and catching me shaking my groove thang. It might be a bit embarrassing.”
But I’d sure love it . “Take my word for it, if they’re female, they’ll appreciate the view. You’d probably get a standing ovation and a few dollars tucked in your drawers.”
He grinned, the sparkle in his eyes doing a host of heavenly things to her insides. “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’ll find a less embarrassing way to pass the time.”
“Like make love to me?” Shoot! Did I just say that aloud?
“In here? You’re kidding right?”
No. Well, maybe. Well, no. “Of course I am.” She leaned closer and whispered, “But don’t you wonder if anyone’s ever tried such a thing? The doctors and nurses leave you alone here for hours…with nothing else to do.” She nudged his backside with her toe and winked. “What do you say? Come on?” she said, knowing full well what his answer would be.
“No way.”
No surprise there. But how much willpower did Jason Foxx possess? Willing to give it a small test—how much would that hurt?—she pulled at the tie holding the back of her gown closed. “I’m not wearing any undies. Easy access.” She lowered her voice, aiming for a seductive whisper, “Wanna see?”
“No.” His ears were turning redder by the minute and she had to concentrate really hard to keep from cracking up.
Swallowing to keep from laughing,
It was like having fasted for a month and then sitting down to a mountain of your favorite ice cream and not being able to eat it.
Couldn’t I have just one little taste?
Chapter Eight
Uncomfortable, Jane shifted her weight, resting it on her other hip. “Thanks for hanging around and keeping me company. This isn’t exactly a rockin’ place to spend your Friday night.”
“At least the company’s good.”
She couldn’t drum up an appropriate answer quickly and was grateful for the interruption when the nurse arrived to draw her blood and administer her medication. But she quickly retreated to the world beyond the pink curtain, leaving Jane to try to untangle her tongue. “Sorry,” she finally managed after several bloated minutes of torturous silence. “I guess I’m not much of an entertainer.”
“Actually, since I’m the healthy one, I should be entertaining you.”
Images of not-so-wholesome forms of entertainment flashed through her mind. “Good! What’s in your repertoire? Do you sing? Dance?”
“Nope. Can’t sing a note.”
“I happen to know you’re a fine dancer.” She lifted her arms and folded them behind her head, using them as a makeshift pillow. “How about showing me some of your moves?”
A hint of a blush stained his cheeks. “I can’t dance without music.”
“I can sing for you.” She bellowed out a few lines of Prince’s International Lover in her best falsetto, including the little high-pitched ohhs and ahhs for effect. It seemed fairly appropriate.
Unfortunately, Jason didn’t seem to agree, at least it seemed that way based on the disgusted look on his face, which did nothing to detract from his charm. “What is that?”
“ International Lover by Prince. A 1980s classic in my opinion.”
“Not in mine.”
“Okay. I can give you an alternative. How about… Like a Virgin ? She sang the first line in her best Madonna impersonation. The lyrics were accompanied by a half-hearted attempt at some seductive dance moves, well the best she could manage in a hospital bed.
Clearly not impressed, he scowled and shook his head. How could a man look so cute scowling? “That isn’t much better.”
Feigning insult she dropped her arms to her sides. “Well, pooh! You’re making this difficult. My repertoire is limited, you know. I don’t frequent karaoke bars.”
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t want a nurse or doctor walking in and catching me shaking my groove thang. It might be a bit embarrassing.”
But I’d sure love it . “Take my word for it, if they’re female, they’ll appreciate the view. You’d probably get a standing ovation and a few dollars tucked in your drawers.”
He grinned, the sparkle in his eyes doing a host of heavenly things to her insides. “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’ll find a less embarrassing way to pass the time.”
“Like make love to me?” Shoot! Did I just say that aloud?
“In here? You’re kidding right?”
No. Well, maybe. Well, no. “Of course I am.” She leaned closer and whispered, “But don’t you wonder if anyone’s ever tried such a thing? The doctors and nurses leave you alone here for hours…with nothing else to do.” She nudged his backside with her toe and winked. “What do you say? Come on?” she said, knowing full well what his answer would be.
“No way.”
No surprise there. But how much willpower did Jason Foxx possess? Willing to give it a small test—how much would that hurt?—she pulled at the tie holding the back of her gown closed. “I’m not wearing any undies. Easy access.” She lowered her voice, aiming for a seductive whisper, “Wanna see?”
“No.” His ears were turning redder by the minute and she had to concentrate really hard to keep from cracking up.
Swallowing to keep from laughing,
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