edge? Probably, she acknowledged,
squeezing her thighs tightly together. Her sex pulsed at the vision
of being so close to him, of pressing her breasts against him and
licking at the curve of his throat.
They'd been eating in silence for a few
minutes when Cord finally spoke. "I was thinking of driving into
town later."
Hope swelled inside her. She grinned at him.
"Really? Well maybe we could see a movie or something."
Cord's face tightened. "I meant alone."
"Oh." Embarrassment burned her face. The
brief happiness she'd experienced at his compliment earlier
collapsed. "Sorry."
"No, I should have been clear." He paused
before reluctantly adding, "You can come, I guess."
"No, thanks." She faked a disinterested
smile. "I should probably catch up on some reading and return
emails."
"If you're sure…"
"I'm sure." She stabbed her fork into the
pasta. "Will you be gone long?"
He looked uncomfortable. "Well I was
thinking of having a drink at the Rockin' R so I may not be home
tonight."
Pain lanced her gut at the thought of him
with another woman. "I see."
"I don't think it would be appropriate for
me to bring someone home."
So he was going in to town to fuck someone
else. Daphne tried not to let her emotions slip. It was obvious he
wasn't ever going to be interested in her. Time to nip that silly,
foolish infatuation of hers in the bud, it seemed.
She lowered her fork to the table. "You know
what? Kate left me the keys to her car. I'll just take off after
dinner and find a room at one of the B&B's in town."
Cord leaned forward in his chair. “I didn't
mean—I just thought—”
Daphne waved her hand dismissively. She
plastered a smile on her face. “Don't worry about it. You've been
really patient hosting us for the last two weeks. I'm sure you're
used to your privacy. I'll make myself scarce this weekend.”
No longer hungry, she gathered up her plate
and glass and stood. She paused in the doorway to the kitchen.
“There are brownies on the counter and ice cream in the freezer, if
you want dessert.”
Her eyes prickled with heat as she cleaned
off her plate and stowed it in the dishwasher. She had to get away
from Cord. Humiliation left her cheeks blazing. She'd been so naive
to think cooking the man dinner and engaging him in conversation
might have led to something else. God, he couldn't even be bothered
to pretend he enjoyed her company. All he wanted was a piece of
local ass to make his weekend better. Stupid didn't even come close
to describing how she felt. For a woman with a genius level IQ,
you'd think she'd be smarter when it came to men, but apparently
her book smarts didn't translate so well to real life.
Practically suffocating with humiliation and
crushed dreams, Daphne left out the back door. She skipped down the
steps of the back porch and walked aimlessly across the back lawn.
She skirted the edge of a small pond and found an inviting patch of
grass beneath a shady tree.
Plopping down, Daphne rearranged the long
skirt of her burgundy maxi-dress. The Indian inspired gold print
was among her favorites. She leaned back against the trunk and
closed her eyes. Sitting alone and feeling foolish wasn't exactly
how she'd imagined spending her Friday night. She'd had something a
little spicier in mind. She'd just have to content herself with
some TV and maybe a glass of wine at whatever bed and breakfast she
ended up at later.
Never one to waste time, Daphne pulled her
cell phone from the hidden pocket of her skirt and used the touch
screen to surf the internet for bed and breakfast listings. As she
looked at the available rooms in the touristy center of
Fredericksburg, Daphne noticed storm clouds building in the
distance. Lately thunderstorms had exploded in the evenings due to
the extreme daytime heating. Cord had been worried about the
lightning igniting the dry grass that stretched as far as the eye
could see. The drought conditions had yet to ease in the area.
Daphne didn't know much about
squeezing her thighs tightly together. Her sex pulsed at the vision
of being so close to him, of pressing her breasts against him and
licking at the curve of his throat.
They'd been eating in silence for a few
minutes when Cord finally spoke. "I was thinking of driving into
town later."
Hope swelled inside her. She grinned at him.
"Really? Well maybe we could see a movie or something."
Cord's face tightened. "I meant alone."
"Oh." Embarrassment burned her face. The
brief happiness she'd experienced at his compliment earlier
collapsed. "Sorry."
"No, I should have been clear." He paused
before reluctantly adding, "You can come, I guess."
"No, thanks." She faked a disinterested
smile. "I should probably catch up on some reading and return
emails."
"If you're sure…"
"I'm sure." She stabbed her fork into the
pasta. "Will you be gone long?"
He looked uncomfortable. "Well I was
thinking of having a drink at the Rockin' R so I may not be home
tonight."
Pain lanced her gut at the thought of him
with another woman. "I see."
"I don't think it would be appropriate for
me to bring someone home."
So he was going in to town to fuck someone
else. Daphne tried not to let her emotions slip. It was obvious he
wasn't ever going to be interested in her. Time to nip that silly,
foolish infatuation of hers in the bud, it seemed.
She lowered her fork to the table. "You know
what? Kate left me the keys to her car. I'll just take off after
dinner and find a room at one of the B&B's in town."
Cord leaned forward in his chair. “I didn't
mean—I just thought—”
Daphne waved her hand dismissively. She
plastered a smile on her face. “Don't worry about it. You've been
really patient hosting us for the last two weeks. I'm sure you're
used to your privacy. I'll make myself scarce this weekend.”
No longer hungry, she gathered up her plate
and glass and stood. She paused in the doorway to the kitchen.
“There are brownies on the counter and ice cream in the freezer, if
you want dessert.”
Her eyes prickled with heat as she cleaned
off her plate and stowed it in the dishwasher. She had to get away
from Cord. Humiliation left her cheeks blazing. She'd been so naive
to think cooking the man dinner and engaging him in conversation
might have led to something else. God, he couldn't even be bothered
to pretend he enjoyed her company. All he wanted was a piece of
local ass to make his weekend better. Stupid didn't even come close
to describing how she felt. For a woman with a genius level IQ,
you'd think she'd be smarter when it came to men, but apparently
her book smarts didn't translate so well to real life.
Practically suffocating with humiliation and
crushed dreams, Daphne left out the back door. She skipped down the
steps of the back porch and walked aimlessly across the back lawn.
She skirted the edge of a small pond and found an inviting patch of
grass beneath a shady tree.
Plopping down, Daphne rearranged the long
skirt of her burgundy maxi-dress. The Indian inspired gold print
was among her favorites. She leaned back against the trunk and
closed her eyes. Sitting alone and feeling foolish wasn't exactly
how she'd imagined spending her Friday night. She'd had something a
little spicier in mind. She'd just have to content herself with
some TV and maybe a glass of wine at whatever bed and breakfast she
ended up at later.
Never one to waste time, Daphne pulled her
cell phone from the hidden pocket of her skirt and used the touch
screen to surf the internet for bed and breakfast listings. As she
looked at the available rooms in the touristy center of
Fredericksburg, Daphne noticed storm clouds building in the
distance. Lately thunderstorms had exploded in the evenings due to
the extreme daytime heating. Cord had been worried about the
lightning igniting the dry grass that stretched as far as the eye
could see. The drought conditions had yet to ease in the area.
Daphne didn't know much about
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