match. The red looked good on her. Too good. “Must be why you don’t have an ounce of fat on you.”
“One of the reasons.”
“Jess says you use his treadmill.”
“Yes, I must maintain top physical condition. I am careful about what I eat since I can’t use the exer…since I can’t leave Jess to exercise out…doors.”
“That isn’t what you were going to say.”
“It was.”
“You don’t lie convincingly.”
“I don’t lie.”
He scowled. “If you want to run outside, I can spell you.”
Her brow furrowed. “Spell?”
“Relieve you from watching Jess.” His gaze sharpened. “Dorian, doll, something is just not right with you, and I’m gonna find out what it is.”
“I am not a plaything.”
Oh, man. “Figure of speech, again.”
The theater darkened and they both quieted. Luke was almost sorry to have the repartee end. He snacked on his popcorn during the previews. When he caught her glimpsing at the bucket, he leaned in close. She smelled like soap and shampoo, and once again, his body reacted. He’d put on a sports shirt and flipped the tails over his middle. “One handful won’t hurt you. There’s probably only ten fat grams in it.”
“Wise butt.”
His mind went berserk on that one, even as he burst out laughing.
Tentatively she took a handful. Gingerly, she brought the buttery kernels to her mouth. When she tasted it, she closed her eyes. “Oh.” Then, “Ah,” then “Mmm.”
Jesus, did she have to do that? His mind, which she had been screwing up under normal circumstances, spun a great fantasy that involved Dorian Masters, him, a bed and a hell of a lot of sounds like that.
When his head cleared, one thing sifted out of the rest. She’d never had popcorn. He knew it as much as he knew his own name. Who the hell had never had popcorn?
The first feature film began. Helen had chosen to see a
Mission Impossible
marathon. She had a thing for Tom Cruise and was a thriller fan. Ironically, his brother preferred romantic comedies. When the opening scene flashed on, Dorian shifted, her eyes focused intently on the screen. By the time they were ten minutes into the film, she was sitting on the edge of her seat.
Her hand clapped over her mouth at one of the high-speed chases.
She gasped when Cruise fell out of a window.
But when a love scene unfolded, Dorian’s jaw literally dropped. Her eyes widened. Her breath sped up. And through the knit of her shirts, he could see her nipples harden. Fuck! She was aroused. And acting like a kid who’d never seen sex on the big screen.
Or never done it herself. Which, given her dynamite good looks, was about as likely as if she’d come from Mars.
Maybe less likely.
o0o
DORIAN PONDERED THE events in the movie long after it ended. The vehicular chase scenes were exciting, the guns horrible and foreign to her because the sole “weapons” in the future were stunners and only select people could obtain those. In the twenty-third century, they’d banned all types of weaponry that could kill others.
The witty dialogue between men and women reminded her of her conversation before the movie with Luke. But the joining scenes affected her the most. She stood when the lights went on, her hands clammy just thinking about what the man and woman did together.
“How’d you like the film?” Luke asked, watching her in that annoying way of his. He’d moved out into the aisle.
“I found it was interesting.”
“You’ve never seen a
Mission Impossible
movie?”
“I’m not much of a cinema aficionado.”
“What’d you like best in it?”
“Um…”
Thank the godheads, Jess waved to her from below. She nodded back. “We need to meet up with Jess and Helen.” She slid into the wide aisle in front of him. He grasped her arms and held her in front of him. His touch was firm but gentle, and she could have shaken him off as she had in Jess’s home, but heat emanated from him. And she remembered what it felt like to be flush
“One of the reasons.”
“Jess says you use his treadmill.”
“Yes, I must maintain top physical condition. I am careful about what I eat since I can’t use the exer…since I can’t leave Jess to exercise out…doors.”
“That isn’t what you were going to say.”
“It was.”
“You don’t lie convincingly.”
“I don’t lie.”
He scowled. “If you want to run outside, I can spell you.”
Her brow furrowed. “Spell?”
“Relieve you from watching Jess.” His gaze sharpened. “Dorian, doll, something is just not right with you, and I’m gonna find out what it is.”
“I am not a plaything.”
Oh, man. “Figure of speech, again.”
The theater darkened and they both quieted. Luke was almost sorry to have the repartee end. He snacked on his popcorn during the previews. When he caught her glimpsing at the bucket, he leaned in close. She smelled like soap and shampoo, and once again, his body reacted. He’d put on a sports shirt and flipped the tails over his middle. “One handful won’t hurt you. There’s probably only ten fat grams in it.”
“Wise butt.”
His mind went berserk on that one, even as he burst out laughing.
Tentatively she took a handful. Gingerly, she brought the buttery kernels to her mouth. When she tasted it, she closed her eyes. “Oh.” Then, “Ah,” then “Mmm.”
Jesus, did she have to do that? His mind, which she had been screwing up under normal circumstances, spun a great fantasy that involved Dorian Masters, him, a bed and a hell of a lot of sounds like that.
When his head cleared, one thing sifted out of the rest. She’d never had popcorn. He knew it as much as he knew his own name. Who the hell had never had popcorn?
The first feature film began. Helen had chosen to see a
Mission Impossible
marathon. She had a thing for Tom Cruise and was a thriller fan. Ironically, his brother preferred romantic comedies. When the opening scene flashed on, Dorian shifted, her eyes focused intently on the screen. By the time they were ten minutes into the film, she was sitting on the edge of her seat.
Her hand clapped over her mouth at one of the high-speed chases.
She gasped when Cruise fell out of a window.
But when a love scene unfolded, Dorian’s jaw literally dropped. Her eyes widened. Her breath sped up. And through the knit of her shirts, he could see her nipples harden. Fuck! She was aroused. And acting like a kid who’d never seen sex on the big screen.
Or never done it herself. Which, given her dynamite good looks, was about as likely as if she’d come from Mars.
Maybe less likely.
o0o
DORIAN PONDERED THE events in the movie long after it ended. The vehicular chase scenes were exciting, the guns horrible and foreign to her because the sole “weapons” in the future were stunners and only select people could obtain those. In the twenty-third century, they’d banned all types of weaponry that could kill others.
The witty dialogue between men and women reminded her of her conversation before the movie with Luke. But the joining scenes affected her the most. She stood when the lights went on, her hands clammy just thinking about what the man and woman did together.
“How’d you like the film?” Luke asked, watching her in that annoying way of his. He’d moved out into the aisle.
“I found it was interesting.”
“You’ve never seen a
Mission Impossible
movie?”
“I’m not much of a cinema aficionado.”
“What’d you like best in it?”
“Um…”
Thank the godheads, Jess waved to her from below. She nodded back. “We need to meet up with Jess and Helen.” She slid into the wide aisle in front of him. He grasped her arms and held her in front of him. His touch was firm but gentle, and she could have shaken him off as she had in Jess’s home, but heat emanated from him. And she remembered what it felt like to be flush
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