Bachelor Unclaimed by Brenda Jackson

a sharp breath. Why did he have to say her name like that? Like it was a breathless whisper from his lips combined with a husky groan from deep within his throat. And then there were those penetrating dark eyes that could take your breath away, hypnotize you into thinking about doing all sorts of naughty things.
    “I need you to put in a good word for me with Dr. Chambers.” She didn’t want to beg and she wouldn’t. She would just ask nicely. If he had any pull with Chambers then she needed whatever leverage she could get.
    She watched the way his mouth twitched in a slow grin showing those same dimples that had turned her on that night. Those same dimples that were turning her on now.
    Ainsley turned away to glance out at the ocean. It was beautiful from here. She bet the view was simply gorgeous from anywhere on this island. She glanced back at Winston and thought, yes, he was a bodyguard and he would make a good one. He was definitely physically fit with muscles galore. She could recall running her hands over his biceps plenty of times that night. She doubted there was an area of his body she hadn’t touched...or tasted.
    She glanced away again, not ready to recall just what they had shared and how deeply they’d shared it. She hadn’t acted herself that night. She had let loose, which was something she didn’t do often. She had needed it. And it had definitely helped. Other than when visions of him would creep into her dreams, she’d been sleeping like a baby since.
    She forced her gaze back to him. He hadn’t responded one way or the other. Hadn’t he heard her? “Winston, I asked if you—”
    “I heard you.”
    She shrugged. “I wasn’t sure since you didn’t say anything.”
    “I was thinking.”
    “Oh.”
    He was still staring at her and she wondered what thoughts were going through his mind. Hopefully, they weren’t the same ones that had been going through hers. Sometimes it was best to move forward and not look back. In their case, she knew it to be true.
    “I’ll call you tomorrow with my answer,” he said, breaking into both her thoughts and the silence.
    She frowned. “Tomorrow? But I wanted to talk to him today.”
    “That won’t be happening. If he agrees to see you then I’ll call you.”
    “And if he doesn’t?”
    “Then I won’t. It’s just an interview. If you can’t interview him, then I’m sure you can move on to someone else. I hear George Clooney will be on the island sometime this week.”
    She shook her head. “You don’t understand. I need to do a story on Dr. Chambers. I’ve been assigned to get an interview from him.”
    Winston drew in a deep breath. “It’s going to be hard for him to agree. Like I told you, he doesn’t do interviews.”
    “Then I need for you to make sure I’m his first.”
    He tilted his head and looked at her. “And why should I do that, Ainsley?”
    She shrugged and then said, “Because we’re friends?”
    He held her gaze steadily. “No, we’re not friends. As you reminded me earlier, it was just sex that night. Friends don’t have sex. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”
    Deciding not to push, she walked with him to where her car was parked, not saying anything. They walked slowly and she was fighting hard to force back the desire that was pounding deep inside her. What was there about him that could make her want to do crazy stuff? She glanced down at his outfit, a brown shirt and a pair of khaki walking shorts. He had nice legs.
    She cleared her throat deciding to strike up a conversation, since her car was parked on the other side of the estate. “Nice place.”
    Instead of answering, he nodded. She decided to ask something that would elicit a response. “Have you worked for Dr. Chambers long?”
    He glanced over at her. “Long enough.”
    At least that was a start. “How long?”
    “Several years.”
    Ainsley didn’t say anything for a minute and then asked, “Is there only the two of you here?”
    He lifted a