plans?” Rhonda arranged some baby carrots and celery stalks on a plate.
“Plans for what?” He was busily slapping slices of cold cuts on bread for himself.
She shrugged. “Life. Job. You know, the basics.”
“I don’t have a plan. I’m liking my life just as it is right now.”
Rhonda zipped the baggie closed, sealing the unused veggies inside. “That’s refreshing. Almost everyone I know has plans to do something bigger, or better, or different with their life. Except for the partners, of course. You’re the first single man I’ve met in a while who is satisfied with what he’s doing right now and not looking for the next leg up.”
“Leg up?” Jack removed the lid from the jar of mayonnaise. “What do you mean?”
Rhonda stirred the vegetable dip with a spoon. “Oh, you know, it seems like everyone is trying to make connections to advance their career. Buddying up with the partners or trying to get into their good graces.” She waved the spoon at him. “Not that you would do that sort of thing, but I see it a lot at the office.”
Jack chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about me doing that. I’m perfectly happy doing just what I’m doing.” Suddenly he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “But then, my life could get a little better by adding someone to it more often.”
Rhonda was filled with a floating sense of warmth. “And who would that someone be?”
“You, of course.” He stopped what he was doing and took her by the waist, turning her around from the table to face him. “I’d really like it if you would be a recurring feature in the drama that is my life.”
A laugh roared out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“What? Did I say something funny?” He leaned back, looking at her with both eyebrows raised.
Shaking her head, she struggled to control her laughter. “No, no,” she said. “You didn’t say anything funny. It’s just the way you put it. Like we’re in some sort of soap opera or something.”
“I didn’t mean it to sound like that, but sometimes, life can play out that way.” Then he crushed her lips beneath his.
Heat infiltrated her veins, his tongue breaking through the barrier of her lips to taste the inside of her mouth and cause her to moan. She sucked at his probing tongue, grasping a handful of his T-shirt in her hand.
Jack pulled away, groaning. “We’d better get something to eat before we start this again.”
Rhonda swallowed and brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead. “Food. Yeah. Okay.” She’d never felt so hypnotized by a man’s sensuality before, and it was absolutely wonderful.
Chapter Eight
Rhonda’s body vibrated in anticipation.
They had eaten a quick lunch, taken a walk in the woods, and now they had ended up back at the entrance to the playroom. Rhonda’s hand itched, wanting to touch Jack’s naked skin again. “What if Morgan and Grace are still in there?” she asked as they stopped in front of the door.
“Listen.” He leaned toward the closed door. “I don’t hear anything.”
Rhonda placed her palm flat on the door and started to lean toward it when, suddenly, it opened. “Oh!”
Jack caught her around the waist before she stumbled in and landed on top of Rodgers. “Whoa there.”
“I didn’t know anyone was out here. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” Rodgers dipped his head to get a look at Rhonda’s face. “Are you okay?”
She laughed. “I’m fine. I just feel like I’m a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.”
“There are some wondrous treats inside.” He looked at Jack. “I wouldn’t mind showing you, unless of course, you’d like to be alone.”
Jack caught her gaze. He raised an eyebrow. Rhonda pursed her lips and nodded. “Let’s see what sort of treats Rodgers has in mind.”
Rodgers opened the door wider, and they stepped through.
Rhonda noticed the room had been cleaned, and there was no sign of them having been there earlier
“Plans for what?” He was busily slapping slices of cold cuts on bread for himself.
She shrugged. “Life. Job. You know, the basics.”
“I don’t have a plan. I’m liking my life just as it is right now.”
Rhonda zipped the baggie closed, sealing the unused veggies inside. “That’s refreshing. Almost everyone I know has plans to do something bigger, or better, or different with their life. Except for the partners, of course. You’re the first single man I’ve met in a while who is satisfied with what he’s doing right now and not looking for the next leg up.”
“Leg up?” Jack removed the lid from the jar of mayonnaise. “What do you mean?”
Rhonda stirred the vegetable dip with a spoon. “Oh, you know, it seems like everyone is trying to make connections to advance their career. Buddying up with the partners or trying to get into their good graces.” She waved the spoon at him. “Not that you would do that sort of thing, but I see it a lot at the office.”
Jack chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about me doing that. I’m perfectly happy doing just what I’m doing.” Suddenly he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “But then, my life could get a little better by adding someone to it more often.”
Rhonda was filled with a floating sense of warmth. “And who would that someone be?”
“You, of course.” He stopped what he was doing and took her by the waist, turning her around from the table to face him. “I’d really like it if you would be a recurring feature in the drama that is my life.”
A laugh roared out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“What? Did I say something funny?” He leaned back, looking at her with both eyebrows raised.
Shaking her head, she struggled to control her laughter. “No, no,” she said. “You didn’t say anything funny. It’s just the way you put it. Like we’re in some sort of soap opera or something.”
“I didn’t mean it to sound like that, but sometimes, life can play out that way.” Then he crushed her lips beneath his.
Heat infiltrated her veins, his tongue breaking through the barrier of her lips to taste the inside of her mouth and cause her to moan. She sucked at his probing tongue, grasping a handful of his T-shirt in her hand.
Jack pulled away, groaning. “We’d better get something to eat before we start this again.”
Rhonda swallowed and brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead. “Food. Yeah. Okay.” She’d never felt so hypnotized by a man’s sensuality before, and it was absolutely wonderful.
Chapter Eight
Rhonda’s body vibrated in anticipation.
They had eaten a quick lunch, taken a walk in the woods, and now they had ended up back at the entrance to the playroom. Rhonda’s hand itched, wanting to touch Jack’s naked skin again. “What if Morgan and Grace are still in there?” she asked as they stopped in front of the door.
“Listen.” He leaned toward the closed door. “I don’t hear anything.”
Rhonda placed her palm flat on the door and started to lean toward it when, suddenly, it opened. “Oh!”
Jack caught her around the waist before she stumbled in and landed on top of Rodgers. “Whoa there.”
“I didn’t know anyone was out here. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” Rodgers dipped his head to get a look at Rhonda’s face. “Are you okay?”
She laughed. “I’m fine. I just feel like I’m a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.”
“There are some wondrous treats inside.” He looked at Jack. “I wouldn’t mind showing you, unless of course, you’d like to be alone.”
Jack caught her gaze. He raised an eyebrow. Rhonda pursed her lips and nodded. “Let’s see what sort of treats Rodgers has in mind.”
Rodgers opened the door wider, and they stepped through.
Rhonda noticed the room had been cleaned, and there was no sign of them having been there earlier
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