fact that it was on him just a short while ago and slowly lift it to my nose, inhaling deep. Clean, with a hint of spice and musky fragrance. I keep taking in the scent for a few more seconds, fighting with myself to cease. It’s got to be given back to its owner. Perv. That was the purpose of taking it out of the dryer. I am totally losing it.
“Here you go.” I hand him back his shirt. He takes it away from me, his eyes reaching intensely into mine. Our fingers brush for an instant, sending small shudders from my hand to my core. I watch him put his shirt on, and when his eyes meet mine again they have a naughty glee in them. I take in a long, audible breath. He smiles and I feel my face warm slightly.
“Thank you for a lovely morning, Hayley J Grace.” His tongue gently caresses my name as he voices it.
“Thank you for a lovely morning, Daniel Stark.”
He sends me his crooked smile then lifts his hand toward my face, stroking my cheek with the tips of his fingers. His act of sweet intimacy leaves me entirely unbalanced. With that, he starts walking toward the door.
“See you, Hayley,” he says as he opens the door. “See you, Daniel.” I watch him for a moment. The sooner the better.
He steps out, closing the door behind him, and then he’s gone. I lean against the door, troubled by the fact that I’m as upset about his leaving as I am. I shouldn’t, not with him …
Chapter 6: Indecent Intentions
Doesn’t take Tasha too long to be by my side, distracting me from my thoughts, her entire posture screaming curiosity.
She raises an eyebrow at me and bluntly asks, “Well?”
I look at my watch. Crap, it’s already eleven. I should be at work in twenty. “Give me a ride to work and I’ll fill you in.” I give Tasha an apologetic look, and she scowls.
“Tash, I should really be at work in twenty, or else Mrs. Never Gets Laid will have my butt on the grill.” Tasha twists her mouth playfully.
“Okay, just stop whining.”
As she presses the button to let the top down I skim through the player and leave it at “Paper Airplanes.”
The mellow folky/blues music funnels into the car as Tasha turns my way. “It’s story time.”
I grin at her and start from the so-called interview at Stark Software, filling her in with a thorough minute-by-minute account of our encounters that finally led to a half-naked Daniel Stark in our home.
“Hold on,” Tasha says, raising her manicured finger, and turns to dial. And I can just imagine where this call is directed.
“S’up gorgeous?” A too-loud yelp tears the calm ambiance.
“Super E, you are on speaker and we have the one and only Miss Grace with us.”
“Gorgeous Miss Grace.”
I giggle at Ian’s as-ever bursting energy.
“Listening time,” Tasha declares authoritatively, prompting an immediate silence from us both. “Now, you, Missy, continue the tale.” She turns my way and then goes back to focus on the curving road ahead. And I obey.
“Oh my god, I’ve just Googled him. This is one steamy creature. When do I get the full report of how he is in terms of making your girlie parts dazzle?” Both Tasha and I turn into a noisily squeaking duo.
“So I gather you assume there will be experiments with exchanging liquids?”
“With this guy, bet your tight ass there’ll be! Any chance he’s playing for both teams?” I roll my eyes.
Ian is like the Tasmanian devil when it comes to hot guys: he must consume everything that looks even remotely delectable.
“Have no idea. Don’t think so, but I’ll make sure to ask him the first chance I get.”
Tasha snickers and I shake my head with half a smile.
“So, gorgeous ladies, I gotta go. Do him, Hales, that’s an order. Ciao!”
“Love ya,” we chorus and the line drops. Tasha and I trade amused glances and fall into a pleasant, contemplative silence.
About ten minutes into our drive I say, idly, half to Tasha half to myself, “Seriously, I have no idea what he really wants
“Here you go.” I hand him back his shirt. He takes it away from me, his eyes reaching intensely into mine. Our fingers brush for an instant, sending small shudders from my hand to my core. I watch him put his shirt on, and when his eyes meet mine again they have a naughty glee in them. I take in a long, audible breath. He smiles and I feel my face warm slightly.
“Thank you for a lovely morning, Hayley J Grace.” His tongue gently caresses my name as he voices it.
“Thank you for a lovely morning, Daniel Stark.”
He sends me his crooked smile then lifts his hand toward my face, stroking my cheek with the tips of his fingers. His act of sweet intimacy leaves me entirely unbalanced. With that, he starts walking toward the door.
“See you, Hayley,” he says as he opens the door. “See you, Daniel.” I watch him for a moment. The sooner the better.
He steps out, closing the door behind him, and then he’s gone. I lean against the door, troubled by the fact that I’m as upset about his leaving as I am. I shouldn’t, not with him …
Chapter 6: Indecent Intentions
Doesn’t take Tasha too long to be by my side, distracting me from my thoughts, her entire posture screaming curiosity.
She raises an eyebrow at me and bluntly asks, “Well?”
I look at my watch. Crap, it’s already eleven. I should be at work in twenty. “Give me a ride to work and I’ll fill you in.” I give Tasha an apologetic look, and she scowls.
“Tash, I should really be at work in twenty, or else Mrs. Never Gets Laid will have my butt on the grill.” Tasha twists her mouth playfully.
“Okay, just stop whining.”
As she presses the button to let the top down I skim through the player and leave it at “Paper Airplanes.”
The mellow folky/blues music funnels into the car as Tasha turns my way. “It’s story time.”
I grin at her and start from the so-called interview at Stark Software, filling her in with a thorough minute-by-minute account of our encounters that finally led to a half-naked Daniel Stark in our home.
“Hold on,” Tasha says, raising her manicured finger, and turns to dial. And I can just imagine where this call is directed.
“S’up gorgeous?” A too-loud yelp tears the calm ambiance.
“Super E, you are on speaker and we have the one and only Miss Grace with us.”
“Gorgeous Miss Grace.”
I giggle at Ian’s as-ever bursting energy.
“Listening time,” Tasha declares authoritatively, prompting an immediate silence from us both. “Now, you, Missy, continue the tale.” She turns my way and then goes back to focus on the curving road ahead. And I obey.
“Oh my god, I’ve just Googled him. This is one steamy creature. When do I get the full report of how he is in terms of making your girlie parts dazzle?” Both Tasha and I turn into a noisily squeaking duo.
“So I gather you assume there will be experiments with exchanging liquids?”
“With this guy, bet your tight ass there’ll be! Any chance he’s playing for both teams?” I roll my eyes.
Ian is like the Tasmanian devil when it comes to hot guys: he must consume everything that looks even remotely delectable.
“Have no idea. Don’t think so, but I’ll make sure to ask him the first chance I get.”
Tasha snickers and I shake my head with half a smile.
“So, gorgeous ladies, I gotta go. Do him, Hales, that’s an order. Ciao!”
“Love ya,” we chorus and the line drops. Tasha and I trade amused glances and fall into a pleasant, contemplative silence.
About ten minutes into our drive I say, idly, half to Tasha half to myself, “Seriously, I have no idea what he really wants
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