Page 40 of Do Opposites Attract?

‘So, what are you doing this weekend?’

Warily, he shrugged. ‘No real plans. Probably some windsurfing at some point.’

‘Good. You can teach me.’

‘Now wait a minute . . .’ He swallowed down another mouthful and stared at her. ‘That depends,’ he countered.

She raised an eyebrow. ‘On what?’

‘On whether we both know where we stand. We work together. I don’t want this getting messy. No strings, just a bit of fun.’

She smirked slightly and fished around in the pan for some bacon. ‘Umm, fun. I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word.’

‘Maybe it’s about time I learnt.’ He abandoned his plate and reached for her. ‘Starting from now.’

With a laugh Brianna wriggled away from his grasp. ‘Much as I would love to stay, I’ve got a job to go to.’ She gave a self-deprecating chuckle. ‘Now those are words I didn’t think I’d ever utter. I’ll be here at eleven o’clock on Saturday.’

Before he had a chance to disagree she closed her lips firmly over his, giving him one final toe-curling kiss. When he was totally churned up, to the point of getting ready to drag her upstairs again, she spun out of his grasp and let herself out.

As the door closed behind her, he lifted his eyes to the ceiling and exhaled slowly. He must be going soft in the head. He didn’t do relationships. So why had he just allowed Brianna to make plans to see him at the weekend?

It could only be because he wanted to see her sexy little curves in a wetsuit.

With a resigned smile he went to clear up the mess she’d left behind her. The girl wasn’t kidding when she said she couldn’tcook. Debris from her attempt was littered all round his kitchen. Scraping the charred remains of the bacon into the bin, he reflected he was due some fun, and Brianna was certainly that. She was also so plainly out of his league, there wasn’t going to be any of the usual pressure for anything heavy.

She wanted to experience life outside her usual social circle for a change. He needed to relax and enjoy himself more. Both of them knew the score.

Chapter Nineteen

If anyone had said to him a month ago that he would be sitting on his balcony on a Saturday morning waiting for a classy lady to turn up in her Jaguar, he would have told them where to get off. But here he was. Even more surprising, he was looking forward to seeing her. Whether he would still be saying that by the end of the day was another matter.

Right on time, she knocked on his door. Today she was dressed in casual jeans and a leather jacket. She still exuded enough sophistication and glamour to knock him sideways.

‘Are you going to stand there all morning, or are you going to let me in?’ With a swish of her silky hair she glided past him and into the house. When she’d reached the sitting room, she turned and smiled back at him. ‘So, what are the plans?’

His mind filled with the sight of her, it took him a moment to realise she’d asked him a question. ‘Plans? I thought we were going windsurfing?’

‘Yes, we are,’ she agreed happily. ‘But we’re not going to do that all day, are we?’

Like wading through a bog, he slowly came to grips with the conversation. What on earth was she expecting? Was he supposed to have prepared an itinerary, laid on a few surprises? Is that what men did in her world? ‘Brianna, are you playing games here? What else do you expect?’

Some of the happiness left her face. ‘Well, nothing, I guess. Windsurfing is fine.’

‘But you were hoping for . . . what?’

She shook her head. ‘Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy doing whatever you want. As long as it’s with you, I don’t care.’

‘Even if it means windsurfing all day?’

Dropping her bag on the floor, she slowly walked up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders and moved in for a kiss. ‘Yes,’ she murmured softly.

As if she’d flicked on a switch, his body was instantly on fire. Within moments his hands were under her shirt, undoing her bra, teasing her breasts.

‘Bedroom?’ she asked on a breathy whisper.

He shook his head. ‘No time.’ He pushed her back on the sofa and systematically removed her clothes with barely controlled aggression. Then base instincts took over and within moments he was inside her, taking her with a ferocity that blew his mind.

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