and…and she didn’t even know this guy.
She stopped herself short. Okay. Cleansing breath. Here we go.
“Say, Eddie --”
“Okay, your turn,” he interrupted.
“What?” Damn. Missed her chance.
“You don’t want to stay in those wet clothes all night do you? Besides, your backpack didn’t go swimming. You’ve got dry clothes. No sense in being miserable.”
For the second time in ten minutes, she stared open-mouthed at him, but for an entirely different reason. It was one thing for her to want him as a Rebound Man, but quite another to expect her to strip down in front of him. No way. She wasn’t some kind of slut who took her clothes off for strange men.
“You want me to…well, um…you expect me to…” she sputtered. “I…I don’t think so.”
“Wait.” Eddie held up a hand. “Stop right there. I have an idea what you’re thinking, and you couldn’t be more wrong.” He scrubbed his hand across his face. “Look, I’m guessing this is not the getaway you had in mind. I’m sorry Nick and Fran or JT couldn’t be your guides, but in the same token, when I volunteered, I thought I’d be guiding you and your boyfriend.”
He spread his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “This week can be as awkward or as comfortable as you make it. My only objective is to show you a good time so you’ll go back and rave about us on Channel Ten. I apologize for the package crack. I promise. It won’t happen again.”
She hung her head. The heat crept from her toes to her hair line. Of course he had no ulterior motives. He was just doing his job. She was the one with the vivid imagination and the ridiculous “Rebound Man” idea.
He was right, too. Her jeans gripped her legs like shrunken spandex, and her shirt clung to her back and arms, sending an icy chill to her bones. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I guess I let my thoughts run away. Would you mind if I get changed?”
“Not at all,” came the husky reply. “Can I watch?”
Chapter Four
Eddie held up his hands as Robbie’s jaw hit the floor. “Just kidding. I had to get one last rise out of you.” He laughed. “Close your mouth. It’s wide enough to drive a semi through. I’m done. I promise. Strictly business from here on out.”
Picking up the camp stove, he moved it away from the tent flap. He smirked, not believing he carried off that “strictly business” speech without being struck by lightning.
My God, didn’t she know how hot she looked in that wet shirt? It was all he could do not to gawk at her swollen breasts. That lacy white nothing of a bra only accented their rounded curves and provided the perfect frame for her hardened nipples. The thought of being alone with those delicious globes sent his libido into overdrive. What he could do in a double sleeping bag with her.
He turned his back and set about rolling out their sleeping bags. Opening the extra one intended for her boyfriend, he laid it beneath hers on one side of the tent. It took up needed space in the canoe, but he figured it would afford her some additional padding on the wooden platform.
He smiled to himself. She was an experienced camper? He’d bet his flat screen TV she’d never slept on the ground before. Maybe the extra bag would help her. He’d put his bedroll on the other side of the tent when she gave the all-clear. Thinking her boyfriend would be with them, Nick had packed a large four person tent so now there would be plenty of space.
From his vantage point in the rear of the canoe, he’d spent a good part of the day memorizing every inch of her back, from the graceful arch of that swan neck to the slope and dip of her rounded butt. Her tight designer jeans left little to the imagination, but his imagination grabbed it and ran wild.
Too bad she was a career-obsessed city girl with no appreciation for the world around her. Nothing he’d said all day seemed to interest her. All she did was talk on that damn cell phone. If the battery
She stopped herself short. Okay. Cleansing breath. Here we go.
“Say, Eddie --”
“Okay, your turn,” he interrupted.
“What?” Damn. Missed her chance.
“You don’t want to stay in those wet clothes all night do you? Besides, your backpack didn’t go swimming. You’ve got dry clothes. No sense in being miserable.”
For the second time in ten minutes, she stared open-mouthed at him, but for an entirely different reason. It was one thing for her to want him as a Rebound Man, but quite another to expect her to strip down in front of him. No way. She wasn’t some kind of slut who took her clothes off for strange men.
“You want me to…well, um…you expect me to…” she sputtered. “I…I don’t think so.”
“Wait.” Eddie held up a hand. “Stop right there. I have an idea what you’re thinking, and you couldn’t be more wrong.” He scrubbed his hand across his face. “Look, I’m guessing this is not the getaway you had in mind. I’m sorry Nick and Fran or JT couldn’t be your guides, but in the same token, when I volunteered, I thought I’d be guiding you and your boyfriend.”
He spread his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “This week can be as awkward or as comfortable as you make it. My only objective is to show you a good time so you’ll go back and rave about us on Channel Ten. I apologize for the package crack. I promise. It won’t happen again.”
She hung her head. The heat crept from her toes to her hair line. Of course he had no ulterior motives. He was just doing his job. She was the one with the vivid imagination and the ridiculous “Rebound Man” idea.
He was right, too. Her jeans gripped her legs like shrunken spandex, and her shirt clung to her back and arms, sending an icy chill to her bones. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I guess I let my thoughts run away. Would you mind if I get changed?”
“Not at all,” came the husky reply. “Can I watch?”
Chapter Four
Eddie held up his hands as Robbie’s jaw hit the floor. “Just kidding. I had to get one last rise out of you.” He laughed. “Close your mouth. It’s wide enough to drive a semi through. I’m done. I promise. Strictly business from here on out.”
Picking up the camp stove, he moved it away from the tent flap. He smirked, not believing he carried off that “strictly business” speech without being struck by lightning.
My God, didn’t she know how hot she looked in that wet shirt? It was all he could do not to gawk at her swollen breasts. That lacy white nothing of a bra only accented their rounded curves and provided the perfect frame for her hardened nipples. The thought of being alone with those delicious globes sent his libido into overdrive. What he could do in a double sleeping bag with her.
He turned his back and set about rolling out their sleeping bags. Opening the extra one intended for her boyfriend, he laid it beneath hers on one side of the tent. It took up needed space in the canoe, but he figured it would afford her some additional padding on the wooden platform.
He smiled to himself. She was an experienced camper? He’d bet his flat screen TV she’d never slept on the ground before. Maybe the extra bag would help her. He’d put his bedroll on the other side of the tent when she gave the all-clear. Thinking her boyfriend would be with them, Nick had packed a large four person tent so now there would be plenty of space.
From his vantage point in the rear of the canoe, he’d spent a good part of the day memorizing every inch of her back, from the graceful arch of that swan neck to the slope and dip of her rounded butt. Her tight designer jeans left little to the imagination, but his imagination grabbed it and ran wild.
Too bad she was a career-obsessed city girl with no appreciation for the world around her. Nothing he’d said all day seemed to interest her. All she did was talk on that damn cell phone. If the battery
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