look on her face spoke defiance and rejection, and he swiftly made the strategic decision to back off. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would be the ultimate winner in this game between them, but to get to that point, he needed to let her think she had a chance. S he didn't .
"I'm guessing this means you won't be spending the night with me?" he asked.
Renee looked up from the button she was fastening on her pants. "I want to go home." Her voice was firm but had just enough question in it to mollify him.
He swiped his jeans off the floor and began to dress. "I'll take you."
****
Saturday night, Renee had been home from the grocery store for about an hour when her doorbell pealed. She froze as nervous tension hit her frame. It had to be him. She had that feeling that couldn't be suppressed.
She went to the door and looked out the peephole. Shock momentarily overrode her disappointment.
James Cameron was standing on her doorstep. She opened the door wide enough to speak to him, but not wide enough to be inviting. "Hello."
His face broke into a boyish grin. "Hello, yourself." He casually leaned against the door frame. "Surprised to see me?"
She smiled. "Yes. What are you doing here?"
He raised one eyebrow. "What do you think? You're a hard woman to find. I haven't had any help from your asshole boss. And do you know how many Guillot's are in the book?"
She laughed. "A lot, I would suspect. Has Robert been giving you problems?"
"Yeah, I've called five times and he gets more pissed with each phone call. Yesterday he threatened not to finish my project. And do you know how much I'm paying him? Christ, the guy has it bad for you." He paused and looked at her bare legs in the shorts she wore. "And now the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Does the guy have the right to be that jealous? Or will you have dinner with me tonight?"
Renee was stunned by his bluntness. And irritated with herself for not feeling at least a little bit thrilled. James Cameron was seriously good-looking. And wealthy enough that he must have women beating down his door.
And nothing .
She didn't feel a thing. Nothing except a secret thrill that he thought Robert was jealous. And had it bad for her. Did he? It was such a tempting thought.
She focused back on her visitor. "That's two questions. You said one."
James smiled. "You only have to answer one of them. I just need to know which one it is."
"I really don't know what to say. I think it's a bit premature to say he's jealous. Five times? You spoke to him five times about me? And he was pissed? Truly?" The door opened a bit wider.
James scowled. "You probably don't realize it, but you just answered my question." He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. "Too bad. You're seriously hot and we could've had a good time together."
A deep, angry voice intruded from behind James. "Cameron, get your mother fucking hands off her."
James's eyes lit up with the challenge and he gave her one last grin as if he was about to enjoy the confrontation and took his hand from her face. He held his hands up indicating that he was no threat and turned to face an enraged Robert Thibodeaux. "Christ, man, calm down. She shot me down. Where's your off switch, dude?" The two men sized each other up and even though James was backing down from her, he made one last comment in retaliation. "Listen buddy, she doesn't want me, but she damn sure doesn't want you. The lady is dead set on keeping her status as single . I'm leaving." He looked once more at Renee. "You going to be okay with King Kong, here?"
Renee was too horrified to speak. She nodded her head once and watched James leave, sidestepping out of Robert's reach.
She came to her senses all at once and started to slam the door shut. A large hand and a booted foot stopped her. The door pushed open. She stepped back. "Get out of my house."
"Not
"I'm guessing this means you won't be spending the night with me?" he asked.
Renee looked up from the button she was fastening on her pants. "I want to go home." Her voice was firm but had just enough question in it to mollify him.
He swiped his jeans off the floor and began to dress. "I'll take you."
****
Saturday night, Renee had been home from the grocery store for about an hour when her doorbell pealed. She froze as nervous tension hit her frame. It had to be him. She had that feeling that couldn't be suppressed.
She went to the door and looked out the peephole. Shock momentarily overrode her disappointment.
James Cameron was standing on her doorstep. She opened the door wide enough to speak to him, but not wide enough to be inviting. "Hello."
His face broke into a boyish grin. "Hello, yourself." He casually leaned against the door frame. "Surprised to see me?"
She smiled. "Yes. What are you doing here?"
He raised one eyebrow. "What do you think? You're a hard woman to find. I haven't had any help from your asshole boss. And do you know how many Guillot's are in the book?"
She laughed. "A lot, I would suspect. Has Robert been giving you problems?"
"Yeah, I've called five times and he gets more pissed with each phone call. Yesterday he threatened not to finish my project. And do you know how much I'm paying him? Christ, the guy has it bad for you." He paused and looked at her bare legs in the shorts she wore. "And now the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Does the guy have the right to be that jealous? Or will you have dinner with me tonight?"
Renee was stunned by his bluntness. And irritated with herself for not feeling at least a little bit thrilled. James Cameron was seriously good-looking. And wealthy enough that he must have women beating down his door.
And nothing .
She didn't feel a thing. Nothing except a secret thrill that he thought Robert was jealous. And had it bad for her. Did he? It was such a tempting thought.
She focused back on her visitor. "That's two questions. You said one."
James smiled. "You only have to answer one of them. I just need to know which one it is."
"I really don't know what to say. I think it's a bit premature to say he's jealous. Five times? You spoke to him five times about me? And he was pissed? Truly?" The door opened a bit wider.
James scowled. "You probably don't realize it, but you just answered my question." He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. "Too bad. You're seriously hot and we could've had a good time together."
A deep, angry voice intruded from behind James. "Cameron, get your mother fucking hands off her."
James's eyes lit up with the challenge and he gave her one last grin as if he was about to enjoy the confrontation and took his hand from her face. He held his hands up indicating that he was no threat and turned to face an enraged Robert Thibodeaux. "Christ, man, calm down. She shot me down. Where's your off switch, dude?" The two men sized each other up and even though James was backing down from her, he made one last comment in retaliation. "Listen buddy, she doesn't want me, but she damn sure doesn't want you. The lady is dead set on keeping her status as single . I'm leaving." He looked once more at Renee. "You going to be okay with King Kong, here?"
Renee was too horrified to speak. She nodded her head once and watched James leave, sidestepping out of Robert's reach.
She came to her senses all at once and started to slam the door shut. A large hand and a booted foot stopped her. The door pushed open. She stepped back. "Get out of my house."
"Not
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