approval, Josh
growled at Blake. "Fine, you're right. I'll kiss her. Now, get out. I need
to beat up this heavy bag a little while longer."
Without looking to see if he left, Josh wrapped his hands
back up and swung his fist at the bag hanging there. It was at least another
hour before he made it back upstairs to shower. His body was so tired and sore
he thought maybe, just maybe, he could sleep without the erotic dreams.
He thought wrong.
Chapter 8
Monday afternoon Gia was sitting in her shop, tucked into
the back room doing some necessary paperwork. She had to balance the credit
card sales, calculate tips and figure out what to pay each of her employees.
She also had to pay the bills so they would have power in the shop next week.
Uugghh! She hated doing bills. She knew it was necessary and
always paid everything on time, she just dreaded it. She had a tendency to put
it off until the absolute last minute.
Lost in thought, she almost jumped out of her skin when she
heard a knock on the front door of the shop. Wondering how anyone could
possibly know she was even in here, she about lost her footing when she saw
Josh. What the hell is he doing here?
As she opened the door, he answered at least one of her
questions without her having to ask.
"I saw your jeep out front. I know you're closed on
Mondays, so what are you working on in here?"
"Aahh... well, unfortunately, bills don't pay
themselves. Accounts don't balance themselves either, no matter how much I wish
it were so."
Josh laughed. "So, how did you ever get through school
as a business major? I was surprised you didn't do art or at least something
more creative."
"I took as many art classes as I could possibly squeeze
in. Business was a better bet for a degree. I think that's how I convinced the
bank to give me a loan to start this place."
Turning to the nearest table, Gia hopped up, dangling her
legs over the edge. "So, I know you didn't come here to ask me about my
degree. What's up?"
"Well, I was actually planning to go to your house. I
only stopped here because of the jeep."
"My house? Why?"
"To see you."
"Okay, now you see me. Again I ask, what's up?"
Josh seemed to be considering his answer carefully, weighing
his words before he said them. This was that controlled manner that she hated
so much. Remembering her promise to try and be nicer, Gia did the best she
could.
"Come on lawyer boy, just spit it out."
* * * *
That was it! He was tired of that damn nickname. He was a
man, not a boy, and he was a lot more than some fucking lawyer. Before he left
here tonight, she would know it.
He walked a step closer, then another. In one final step he
was standing right in front of her. Her legs were no longer swinging, instead
her knees were framing his waist. He saw the shock in her eyes, bringing a
quick grin to his face. Taking advantage of her surprise, he leaned in, his
lips a mere inch away from hers.
He whispered, "I'm here for this," a millisecond
before closing his lips firmly over hers. He felt her suck in a breath, her body
tensing for just a moment before sinking into the kiss. When her body melted,
her hands cruising up his chest to twine into his hair, he almost crowed with
joy. She wasn't unaffected by his kiss. Whatever it was that made her stop the
first time, she had felt something.
As a small moan whispered between their mouths, causing
another quick smile. He leaned in and bit her lip before sucking it into his
mouth to soothe the sting. For a moment, Gia went rigid. Then she planted her
mouth against his, pressing hard, nipping his lips then thrusting her tongue
into his mouth.
He wanted to touch everywhere, kiss every inch of her body.
Josh ran his hands down her sides, hooking his thumbs under her T-shirt.
Tearing his mouth away from hers he tugged, lifting the shirt up above her
breasts. When she raised her arms he kept right on going, tossing the shirt
somewhere across the room.
She was sitting before him, wearing a satin polka
growled at Blake. "Fine, you're right. I'll kiss her. Now, get out. I need
to beat up this heavy bag a little while longer."
Without looking to see if he left, Josh wrapped his hands
back up and swung his fist at the bag hanging there. It was at least another
hour before he made it back upstairs to shower. His body was so tired and sore
he thought maybe, just maybe, he could sleep without the erotic dreams.
He thought wrong.
Chapter 8
Monday afternoon Gia was sitting in her shop, tucked into
the back room doing some necessary paperwork. She had to balance the credit
card sales, calculate tips and figure out what to pay each of her employees.
She also had to pay the bills so they would have power in the shop next week.
Uugghh! She hated doing bills. She knew it was necessary and
always paid everything on time, she just dreaded it. She had a tendency to put
it off until the absolute last minute.
Lost in thought, she almost jumped out of her skin when she
heard a knock on the front door of the shop. Wondering how anyone could
possibly know she was even in here, she about lost her footing when she saw
Josh. What the hell is he doing here?
As she opened the door, he answered at least one of her
questions without her having to ask.
"I saw your jeep out front. I know you're closed on
Mondays, so what are you working on in here?"
"Aahh... well, unfortunately, bills don't pay
themselves. Accounts don't balance themselves either, no matter how much I wish
it were so."
Josh laughed. "So, how did you ever get through school
as a business major? I was surprised you didn't do art or at least something
more creative."
"I took as many art classes as I could possibly squeeze
in. Business was a better bet for a degree. I think that's how I convinced the
bank to give me a loan to start this place."
Turning to the nearest table, Gia hopped up, dangling her
legs over the edge. "So, I know you didn't come here to ask me about my
degree. What's up?"
"Well, I was actually planning to go to your house. I
only stopped here because of the jeep."
"My house? Why?"
"To see you."
"Okay, now you see me. Again I ask, what's up?"
Josh seemed to be considering his answer carefully, weighing
his words before he said them. This was that controlled manner that she hated
so much. Remembering her promise to try and be nicer, Gia did the best she
could.
"Come on lawyer boy, just spit it out."
* * * *
That was it! He was tired of that damn nickname. He was a
man, not a boy, and he was a lot more than some fucking lawyer. Before he left
here tonight, she would know it.
He walked a step closer, then another. In one final step he
was standing right in front of her. Her legs were no longer swinging, instead
her knees were framing his waist. He saw the shock in her eyes, bringing a
quick grin to his face. Taking advantage of her surprise, he leaned in, his
lips a mere inch away from hers.
He whispered, "I'm here for this," a millisecond
before closing his lips firmly over hers. He felt her suck in a breath, her body
tensing for just a moment before sinking into the kiss. When her body melted,
her hands cruising up his chest to twine into his hair, he almost crowed with
joy. She wasn't unaffected by his kiss. Whatever it was that made her stop the
first time, she had felt something.
As a small moan whispered between their mouths, causing
another quick smile. He leaned in and bit her lip before sucking it into his
mouth to soothe the sting. For a moment, Gia went rigid. Then she planted her
mouth against his, pressing hard, nipping his lips then thrusting her tongue
into his mouth.
He wanted to touch everywhere, kiss every inch of her body.
Josh ran his hands down her sides, hooking his thumbs under her T-shirt.
Tearing his mouth away from hers he tugged, lifting the shirt up above her
breasts. When she raised her arms he kept right on going, tossing the shirt
somewhere across the room.
She was sitting before him, wearing a satin polka
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