seemed like an excellent idea. But the rest of her wanted to see where this all would lead. When it came to her romantic or sexual relationships, it seemed that all she was doing was going through the motions. Whatever happened with Angel, she would find herself on one hell of a ride. Maybe that was the solution.
But that wasnât to say she was going to make it easy.
She shifted so she was more angled toward him. She drew one leg up, resting her thigh on the seat, parting her legs slightly. Her dress rode up obligingly.
She took the hand that had been on her leg and put it back on her bare skin, then guided it higher until his fingers came in contact with the hot, damp wisp of silk that was her thong.
Sheâd thought to shock him, to make him squirm. But instead of hesitating, he slid two fingers under the elastic and brushed them unerringly against her swollen, hungry core.
Heat and need shot through her. She had a bad feeling she both flushed and gasped as need threatened to take control. He touched her again, rubbing more firmly once, twice, three more times, then withdrew his hand.
âThink youâre playing with a kid?â he asked, his eyes bright with confidence.
She faced front and tugged down her dress. âNo. I was making a point.â
âMe, too.â
And heâd won, damn him. Instead of rattling him, she was the one who wanted to squirm. She had to hold on to her martini with both hands to keep from grabbing his hand and shoving it back under the table so he could keep touching her. Sheâd never in her life wanted to have sex in a public place, but apparently exceptions could be made.
What was it that heâd just told her? That he would learn how to make her come anytime, anywhere? So much for delusions of grandeur, she thought grimly. From that very brief demonstration it looked as though Angel was going to make good on his word.
* * *
âW HAT ?â L ARISSA ASKED the next morning when she and Taryn met for breakfast. âDidnât you sleep?â
So much for her new âlook refreshedâ concealer technique, Taryn thought. âNo. I had things on my mind.â
âWork stuff?â Larissaâs voice was sympathetic.
Taryn hesitated. While she didnât like talking about her personal life, she and Larissa were friends.
âItâs the guy,â she admitted.
Larissa scooted forward on her seat. âSeriously? Wow. You donât usually let them get to you enough to keep you up at night. Start at the beginning. You said hi and he said hi.â She paused expectantly.
Taryn laughed. âOkay, then. How we met isnât important.â
âIt might be to me. I have no love life. I have to live vicariously through yours.â
âThat is just plain sad.â Taryn picked up her coffee and took a sip.
âItâs the orchid guy,â Larissa said, perking up. âThe bodyguard school person. You said he couldnât own a grocery store, which I thought was unfair because he was just so nice that way.â
Taryn sighed. âYouâre insane, you know that, right?â
âI refuse to accept that. So what happened?â Larissa paused. âOr didnât happen?â
âIâm not sure. Itâs both.â Taryn thought about their dinner. Thereâd been no shortage of conversation or sexual tension. âHe confuses me.â
âI didnât think that was possible.â
âMe, either. Just to make it all interesting, he needs my help with an unexpected project.â
She told Larissa about the FWM and Angel being a Grove Keeper. âWith Kenny and Jack trying to land the LL@R account, Iâm going to have to suck it up and go camping. Weâre sharing knowledge.â
Taryn waited for Larissa to burst out laughing. It wasnât as if Taryn knew much about little girls. Or children of either gender, for that matter.
Instead Larissa sighed. âThose girls are going
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