Page 28 of Harmless Scandals

“Okay. Did you want to come in?”

“Uh?” her gaze drifted down his torso once again.

“I can throw on some clothes--”

“Oh, no don't do that.” She closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath. “What I meant was that I need to get back to work, and I'm going out tonight.”

“Hot date?”

She snorted. “Not likely. I'm doing some nighttime shoots tonight.”

Her tongue darted out and wet her lips. The woman was going to kill him.

“I should go. Yeah. See you later.”

She hurried down the steps and onto the path that led to her house before he could even say goodbye. He watched her until she disappeared into her house, then he shut his front door. Lord only knew what Mick ordered, but Adam was damned glad he had now.

Serenity slammed her door shut and leaned back against it. Her skin was flushed, and her body lit up like some kind of bingo machine. Sex bingo. That is what it felt like.

For two weeks she had tried to stay away, but today, she made the effort to be neighborly, and see what happened?

“No. Just have to be some stupid donkey Girl Scout and run over there to save their package.”

She snorted.

“Like anyone really comes through here.”

But she worried about it. And see what it got her? Hot and bothered and no way to relieve the sexual tension.

There's a way, a naughty little voice whispered inside of her.

“Shut up.”

No. Two hot guys want to do you, but you are living like a nun.

She rolled her eyes. Serenity stopped listening to the bad voice years ago. It had gotten her in too much trouble, and that's what those men were. They were sweet, but they were also trouble. For her sanity, mainly. What woman would just take up with two gorgeous men who wanted to give her pleasure?

A very smart woman.

“Go away.”

Great, now they had her talking to her voice again. That was a really bad sign. But then, any kind of romantic or sexual relationship had always been hard for her.

Dealing with one man was too much, so she was fairly certain she wouldn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with two of them. She’d spent years trying to figure out why men seemed to run from her, or vice versa.

Emotionally distant.

It was a term everyone used for her. Her shrink, several exes, her mother. She made a face. No need to bring Broomhelda into her thoughts today. Not when she had the pleasure of seeing one of the finest male specimens she had seen in a long, long while.

God, he was gorgeous. All sinewy muscle, and tats. He had tats like Mick. Then that little happy trail of hair that disappeared beneath the towel...she was humming. With her voice, but also her body. She had wanted to do nothing more than to lean forward and lick one of those droplets of water that clung to his flesh. His gorgeous, golden flesh.

Damn. She needed to get out of here before she made an ass out of herself. Mainly because that stupid voice was trying to get her to go back over to Adam and beg him to do her. Like all kinds of doing. It had been a long time since she had thought about that, or at least, thought about that with a man.

She would go and do her shoot and work it out of her system. She’d been horny before and dealt with it. She would deal with it now.

Mick stepped out of his truck when he saw Serenity coming out of her house. She was carrying a camera bag as she hurried to her car.

“Hey,” he called out. She glanced over and gave him a smile, but it wasn’t one of her grins. He had gotten used to those. This one was strained, and she looked like she wanted to avoid him.

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