He hesitated another moment, then stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him. Bonnie watched through the window as his car drove away, wondering where he was going, or what he was going to do, but knowing she didn't have the right to ask. Perhaps he had a lady friend waiting for him. Of course he does, Bonnie, she told herself. A man like him probably has dozens of women. But they're not ladies. He wouldn't want a lady. And for some reason, that thought sent a small, forbidden thrill curling through her insides. ________________________ Anger and frustration were not a good combination. David didn't understand himself. Or more to the point, he didn't understand his reaction to Bonnie. He'd been a hairbreadth away from kissing her. Not a sweet little peck. No, he'd wanted his tongue in her mouth, his lips covering hers, feeling her urgency. He'd wanted, dammit, to devour her completely. And she would have loved it, he could tell that much from her racing pulse and he
Spread across David’s coffee table, several papers were scattered, including his laptop, phone and gun. The faint smell of lemon lingered in the air, a scent that reminded him of the late Rick Sanchez house. Rick had been obsessed with Pine-Sol like it was a geriatric version of crack cocaine. Everything, including the hardwood floors, had been doused in the stuff. David had spent many of his afternoons after school using the hallway downstairs in the quiet home as a Slip N Slide. Rick had always kept everything neat and clean, to the point that it was borderline disturbing, which explained why David, as an adult, couldn’t stand things to be displaced or messy. Everything had to be in order and have a purpose. And what was resting on his coffee table definitely was not a part of the plan—of any plan. David took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, shit on a shitter.” Rick rolled over in his grave. He had always hated cussing, and while David tried to remember and live by wh
She glanced around the room, taking in the apartment's minimal furnishings: a couch, a small table with two chairs, a few lamps, a stereo, but no television. His bedroom sat off to the right, where the open door allowed her to see a small night table and a rumpled bed. The kitchen was merely a room divided by a small, three-foot bar. He liked the place, even though the neighborhood was rough and the tenants noisy. It wasn't home, but then he'd never really had a home, at least not one of his own. He'd lived with Rick Sanchez a while, and that had seemed as close as he'd ever get to having a family. But that was before Rick died. Ever since, his life had been centered on taking care of Rick’s daughter. Where he lived was a trivial matter. He waited to see Bonnie's reactions to the apartment, but she didn't so much as blink. After a brief smile, she set the basket on the table, then opened it with a flourish. David had to say something…. “I know it’s not really a hotel as i said
"That we're strangers, or that we're going to be spending a lot of time together?" She blinked, then looked away. "How long have you been...ah...doing this. I mean how long have you been a private investigator" "And bodyguard?" "Yes." There was another bright blush on her cheeks. David wondered how she kept from catching fire as she did that a lot. "A while," he said, keeping his answer vague. "You...you like it?" Good Lord. He laid down his fork and stared at her. She was the most unpredictable woman he'd ever met. Watching her eyes, he said, "I get paid for it. So yeah." She sucked in her breath. The fork she had in front of her held a piece of sausage, ready to fall off. She looked guilty. "I'm sorry that I asked. I just wanted to get to know you better. Just because we're stuck together doesn't mean that we can't be friends, but I get it and I'll try not to ask anymore personal questions" She trembled, then put down her fork, folding her hands in her lap. David
Bonnie forced a small smile and tried to pull her hand free, but David wouldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her look away, either. His gaze held her as securely as his fingers held her hand. "I want to do this, David, and I'm not going to let you stop me." she said "Is this a way to get back on your parents… To get them to notice you?" he asked. She cleared her throat and tried to change the subject. "That is ridiculous. It doesn't have anything to do with anyone noticing me." Panic began to edge through her. Not for anything would she let him see her this way. “This has nothing to do with my family. I’m going…and if you are really determined to do your job right, then you will come with me, but i’m going…with or without you" Once she said that, she decided to leave, knowing she had to do something, occupy herself somehow. A display of emotions wouldn't serve her purpose. But before she could move away, he had tugged close. The morning whiskers on his jaw felt slightly abrasive
She loved the children in her neighborhood. She even loved the homeless who visited the kitchen where she volunteered. He'd heard it in her tone, seen it in her eyes. God, she was killing him. He had to stay objective, and that meant getting back to business. He finished dragging a comb through his damp hair and left the bathroom. Bonnie hadn't moved a single inch. And if he hadn't already had a little taste of her, he'd believe her prissy pose, with her knees pressed tightly together, and her slim hands folded in her lap. Ha! What a facade. He dragged his eyes away from her wary gaze and began stuffing her thermos and empty dishes back into the basket. "You ready to go?" he asked without staring at her. "Ah...go where?" He flicked an impatient glance her way. "Back to your place. We could talk about where exactly you want to go. And maybe tonight, we could go to the bar." "The bar?...I thought you said you didn't want me to go back there" "Yes I did." He noticed her sig
They both stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the bar. Even in her heeled slippers, her head barely reached his collarbone, which made her shorter than the women he usually dated. At six foot four, and with a muscular physique, he generally preferred women who didn’t make him feel like a giant. But while the size disparity had concerned him before, now he found it a turn-on too. —------------------------ …’It’s not a date…It’s not a date…You are not on a date’ Maybe if she kept repeating it, she might remember it….Bonnie kept telling herself that. Because David’s jerk credentials had become harder and harder to remember through supper, every time he smiled at her with desire darkening his gaze; every time he offered her a taste from his plate like the Pied Piper of seduction; every time he murmured some wry observation and made her laugh; every time he made her heart thunder, or her pulse race or the hot sweet spot between her thighs throb. David might be a j
Bonnie nodded and he took her hand leading her outside and toward his car. The music dimmed as they approached the vehicle and when they got to it, David made no move to unlock it. Bonnie turned, her back pressed against the door of the car as she looked up at him. He towered above her, and Bonnie wondered if he was going to kiss her. She knew that if he tried to, she wouldn't stop him because she wanted him to. Her tummy did that strange little dance and her breath caught as the heat of him warmed her. "What is going on?" she asked, and she hated the tremble in her voice because she was sure that he heard it too. David smiled as he looked into her beautiful eyes. "I wanted to tell you… that I have an idea. And now I know that it is different from the plans you had, and it's okay if you say no. But I just thought you'd like it" Bonnie said nothing. She just stared at him and waited for him to speak while wondering what he had in mind. Since she met him, she had never seen him h