Page 28 of His Wood Her Fire

“Hmm.I should warn you, sweet talk will get you anywhere,” I told him, allowing him to kiss me one more time before he pulled out a chair and guided me to sit down.

“I will hold you to that.”

I laughed and started eating when he joined me.But I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about everything.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he began between mouthfuls.

“What do you want to know?”I asked, tucking my hair behind my ears nervously.

“Everything.Anything.”

“Wow.Wanna narrow it down there?”I teased.

“Okay.Let’s start with your job.Where do you work?”he asked.

“Oh, well, that’s easy.I work for Garden State Public Relations as a client specialist.I handle a variety of accounts from painters, singers, sculptors, professional chess players, and other artists from the tri-state area.

“Chess players?”

“Just one, but she’s fantastic,” I laughed as I told him more.

“I see.And you work in an office building?”

“Well, during covid, everything was handled remotely.I go into the office now a couple of days a week, but they are renovating through the new year.I don’t know if I’ll keep the same schedule,” I said, and shrugged.

Bo’s gaze intensified, and I had to look away, hoping I didn’t reveal too much about my hopes for our future.No promises were made, but I was definitely hinting.

“What about you?What do you do for a living?”

“I’m all set, actually.I don’t do offices,” he said and grinned.

“Just living off the land then, Mountain Man?”

I was only half teasing.

“Something like that.Oh, and I’m loaded,” he replied and winked as he started clearing away the platters of food.

It would be superficial of me to admit I felt relieved.I had worried that maybe Bo was some kind of off-the-grid, survivalist fanatic.But I should have known better.

He was just rich.

Eeek!

I made a decent living, but I was not in any way, shape or form, wealthy.But that was okay, right?I wasn’t asking him for anything.

“Oh, um, can I wash the dishes?”I asked, even more nervous now than I was before.

What if he thinks I am after his money?

“Aw, Baby, I would do anything for you, but I got the dishes.You go sit and pick out a movie.”

“Yeah?”I turned to him, eyebrows raised.

I almost stumbled.He looked so damn good standing there in cotton and denim that seemed molded to his long, sturdy frame.

My heart thudded inside my chest and my heat simmered in my core.Every time I looked at this man he lit a spark within me.

I didn’t quite know how to explain it, but I sure as hell liked it.I liked him.

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