She was just putting her toothbrush back in its place in the rusty slot by the sink when there was a knock at the door. "Coming." She rinsed her mouth and dried her hands on the way to the door. She'd gone from no visitors to Grand Central Station overnight. She was feeling no pain this morning. Having jumped up from the table sometime after nodding off and dragging tail into the bedroom, she was sure she'd sleep until noon. But, as soon as she felt the sun across her face as it beat through the flimsy curtains at the window, she'd rolled out of bed feeling refreshed and ready to face the world. It was, to say the least, a welcomed change. She opened the door, not sure what she was gonna find, but of course, her first thought was of Paul. Only this time, there was a certain silver-eyed hottie playing around at the edges of her mind as well. Her heart knocked against her ribs at the sight of him. Her night had been filled with dreams of him, dreams that made her blush in the li

Ms. Lucille had told him what was going on with her, about the ex-husband and the best friend. Knowing females, he figured she was still picking up the pieces and carrying a serious hate for anything with a dick. He didn't have the time or the patience for that shit. He liked the women he bedded to have a little more mileage and a lot less baggage. That usually meant they knew the score. Still, if he could bring her around to his way of thinking, he figured he could give sweet little Kerryanne the ride of her life. His dick went right along with his thoughts, and he had to adjust his package, which had already been getting jumpy since he got his first gander at her incredible tits under the flimsy top she wore. She seemed a bit gun-shy, so he figured he was going to have to treat her with kid gloves for now. He didn't intend to let that shit drag on forever, though - nothing he hated more than wasted time. The hard part was over; his interest had been engaged. So yeah, he was tak

He exuded a kind of self-confidence that she wasn't used to. His very manner and the way he spoke, even the way he sat there at her broke down table like he was king of the roost, was something she had no experience with. They ate in silence as her mind imagined all sorts of things. For whatever reason, regardless of what he said, she found herself making constant comparisons between him and her ex. Like at the end of the meal when he took her cup and refilled it without being asked. Paul had never done that; in fact, because he was the one with the higher education and better future prospects, he'd always taken it for granted that he was the one who was to be waited on hand and foot. When she thought of it now, she could just kick her own ass. How could she have been so blind? How could she let herself be used like that by someone she trusted? And what in the hell did she expect to get from this total and complete stranger? She was even more surprised at his next offer after

"When you're with me, you don't moon over that fuck." "Who said I was mooning?" Now her back was up. "It's all over you, sweetheart, and if you think I'm dealing with that shit, think again." Okay, so she hadn't mentioned the asshole, but still, he knew she had to still be healing from the divorce. He hated the fucking thought that the other man played any part in her life, no matter what that part might be. He'd lost his fucking mind. That was the only explanation. He hadn't brought her out here for anything more than a ride. But then she had to hold onto him like that as they rode and that damn kiss. Did she have to look so fucking sweet and desirable when he took his lips away from hers? Who the fuck looks like that after a little kiss in this day and age? Green as fuck! And she was tying him up in knots. He felt fear slither down his spine, and that only pissed him off farther. Why should he be afraid of her? He wasn't afraid of anyone, and he'd be fucked if he was gon

Pat didn't have much to say after that. But from the way she was in a hurry to get back to her post, Kerry was sure there would be a few phone calls being made in the next few minutes. Her gut started to hurt a little. She wasn't sure she was ready for this...whatever this was, to make the rounds as yet. "I have no idea what you like to eat, sweetheart. I've only fed you Lasagna and breakfast." His head was down in the menu while he rubbed the fingers of one hand over her palm, which he had yet to let go of. "Soup and salad is good." "Is that what you usually eat, or is this another one of your deals?" "What deals?" "You know, where you think you can tell me what I can and cannot do for you." "That doesn't even make sense; what're you talking about?" For that, she got a look. He's good at giving out those. This one made her squirm around in her seat. "Soup and salad is the cheapest thing on the menu. Now I'm no good at this relationship shit, so work with me here.