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have high hopes for this place where there had only been good times. Of course, what would be wrong with having sex with him? It had always been good between them. They were both consenting adults. What was the harm? Just because she had sex didn t mean she was getting back together with him. But would he see it that way? You know, even if we have sex, it doesn t mean I m getting back together with you. Because I m not getting back together with you. There. She d put out it out. He could do with it what he wanted. She wasn t leading him on. She d told him the score a few times now. If he got his hopes up, it was his own damn fault. What? He kept his eyes on the road. He sounded surprised she d spoken. Probably because she hadn t since she d yelped at his hand on her rear. Breaking the silence with sex talk. Way to play it cool, Chloe. I m just saying ... Before she could repeat it, he interrupted, I heard what you said. Should I turn the vehicle around now? She blinked at him. Would I still get the artifact? No. A deal is a deal. It s for the whole weekend. Bastard. Getting her hopes up and then, letting them down. No turning around. I will spend the weekend with you. Because of our deal. K. I was just checking. He shrugged his shoulders, looking a little smug. They rode a little longer in silence. You know, we won t just be having sex. We have some things to talk about. Who said we re having sex? She crossed her legs primly, glad to be wearing jeans instead of the tight, sinful dress she d gone to Drake s in. She wore both underwear and a bra, The Collector 1: Magical Chances 53 too. She d have worn armor had she thought it would keep her from letting Drake under it. With her luck, she d get stuck in it, though. And have to get blowtorched out. Maybe she should have gotten a chastity belt. You did. I did not! She d said no such thing. You said when we had sex, it wouldn t mean we were getting back together. She gaped at him before closing her mouth. I said no such thing. I said if. If we had sex. A classic case of a man hearing what he wanted to hear. Damn male. Yeah, she should have gone for the belt. Same difference. It is not. When is not if. He wouldn t look at her glare. Surveying the road ahead, a sign had many snaky curves on it. Fine, she d glare at him at the cabin where he could see her without crashing them. O.K. She huffed and a few seconds of silence ensued. What do we have to talk about? She didn t see where they had anything to discuss. Crossing her arms over her chest, she refused to look his way. He said it so quietly, she almost didn t hear him. Magic. Snorting, she turned to look out her window at a drop-off to the valley below. They were nearing the cabin. What, the magic of romance? Of being at the cabin? It s not going to work, Drake. I m not getting back together with you. Maybe if she kept saying this, he d get it through his head. Plus, she wouldn t feel guilty when she grabbed the artifact and ran after the weekend. She glanced back to him. He shook his head. No. We re going to talk about my magic. Her heart did a tango. That was what had broken them apart. Her heart didn t slow down until they pulled into the long drive to the cabin. The trees lined the curvy ascent, 54 Mechele Armstrong almost like they were closing in behind them. They were here. There was no escape now. Would she get the knowledge she d always wanted about Drake s secrets? And what was she going to do with it after she got it? * * * * * Drake carried the bags and groceries into the cabin. It looked much like it had the last time he d been here, which had been years ago. He hadn t come up much without Chloe. A neighbor from the next mountain over checked on the place once a week to make sure no bears or drifters broke in, and kept watch on the hot tub. His friend would have cleaned it before they d come up, but this had been spur of the moment. The rustic cabin was small, only one story, with a full front porch and a deck off the back where the hot tub was. It had always reminded him of what he thought a log cabin would look like, with red wood siding. A pile of cut wood sat next to the front steps. He d have to buy his friend some champagne for doing that. Especially if he got what he wanted. Chloe walked around the living room, stirring up a little bit of dust. Kershoo. She sneezed, shaking her head to clear it. She walked around some more, and his eyes followed the sway of her hips. Damn, she had a nice ass. He shifted his weight, absorbed in watching her. A drone clued him in that she was talking. ... put those bags down. This place needs serious cleaning. She brushed a spider web away, continuing to rant about the state of the cabin. He sighed. So much for things starting out romantic. So his friend wasn t the cleanliest of sorts. At least there d been no bears. He stalked to the bedroom, putting down the two suitcases on the floor by the queen-sized bed. It had a red coverlet. He didn t remember that. Now the headboard, which had slats, that he remembered. Nothing like a good place to tie his Chloe to. A sniffle came from the doorway. What are you doing? I m putting down the bags. The Collector 1: Magical Chances 55 She arched a brow. In here? He looked around the room. It is the bedroom. But if you d like them in the kitchen ... She made a noise that sounded much like a growl. I know it s the bedroom. Why are both bags in here? Putting a dumb look on his face, he chuckled. It s the only bedroom. I know that, but I m not sharing a bed with you. That s not part of the deal. She folded her arms across her chest. It brought attention to those lovely breasts. Her nipples showed through the shirt and bra, or at least their state of hardness did. They always tasted wonderful. Her arms tightened, pushing up her cleavage. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor. With effort, he managed to make his eyes move up. And look at my face when I m talking to you. Not sharing a bed isn t part of the deal, either. Drake. Look, you don t want to share a room, that s fine. But I m sleeping in here. In the only bed in the house. Her eyes cut to the bed and then to him. There s a perfectly comfortable couch. It s lumpy. Then, sleep in the bed. He turned his suitcase over to lay flat on the floor, but didn t open it. He d brought a few toys, hoping to use them before the weekend was out. Chloe saw those, and she d go ballistic. You ll let me? Sure. It s big enough for two. He waggled his brows. I do get cold a lot, though. Might need an extra body to keep me warm. He could think of a few ways to keep them both warm when the fire went out. 56 Mechele Armstrong [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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