Page 2 of Love You
“And you just thought you could break into my house, get into my bed, and I’d put out?”
“Exactly.” She bobbed her head.
He supposed he had a reputation that was hard to shake. But come on. It was dangerous sneaking around someone’s apartment, not to mention disrespectful. On the other hand, Win had never gotten much respect. That’s why he was going cold turkey.
“Why do you want sex?” Stupid question. But it was two in the morning and he wasn’t firing on all cylinders. “Let me rephrase that. Why do you want sex with me?”
“Because I’m guessing you’re good at it and I didn’t think you’d make such a big deal out of it. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me.”
Not a good enough reason, at least not for Darcy. And not for him to quit his moratorium. “Darcy, you can’t just jump into bed with someone for sport.”
“Why not? You do it.” She had a point.
“Not anymore.”
She actually had the audacity to roll her eyes.
“What, you don’t believe me?”
She took a strand of hair and curled it around her finger. It was a nervous gesture, not meant to be seductive. Yet, it was sexy as hell. “If I was someone you were attracted to, you would.”
He’d been attracted to Ida but he’d come home alone. Proof that he was sticking to the program. “Nope. After Britney I’m a changed man.”
Britney, the wack-job blackjack dealer who’d nearly tricked him into marrying her, was now married to someone else. Thank God.
“I would never do what she did to you,” Darcy said.
No, she wouldn’t dupe him into believing she was pregnant with his baby when it was really someone else’s. “That’s not the point, Darce.”
“What exactly is the point then, Win?” She gave him a withering glare.
“The point is that you coming here like this in that”—he waved his hand at the teddy that was now concealed under yards of his ugly plaid comforter—“was not a good idea. And it has nothing to do with whether I’m attracted to you. For God’s sake, Darcy, we work together.”
“So.” She shrugged. “It would be a one-night thing. Don’t tell me you haven’t had flings with some of the tour guides.”
Too many to count but Win was taking the Fifth. “What’s your sudden interest in sex?” Another asinine question.
Before she turned away, Win caught a new shade of red creep up her cheeks. So, their girl Darcy wasn’t getting any. Granted, Glory Junction was a small town but it was so flooded with tourists—hence the reason why an adventure-tour company did so well here—that she should’ve been spoiled for choice.
“Darce, look at me.” When she wouldn’t, he walked over to the bed, which was a singularly terrible idea because she looked so vulnerable and sweet huddled under the covers that he was tempted to give her what she wanted. Take one for the team.
“If you’ll just turn around, I’ll get my stuff and leave,” she said, her voice tinged with humiliation.
He looked around the studio apartment, which was roughly the size of his sister-in-law’s walk-in closet, and wondered what precisely was Darcy’s “stuff.” And then he saw the white down puffy coat strewn across his couch. “That yours?” He nudged his chin at the jacket.
“Yes. Could you hand it to me, please?” Darcy clearly didn’t want him to get a second look at her in the teddy. Kind of a disconnect for a woman who five minutes ago wanted to do the nasty.
“It’s seventy-five degrees out.” June in Glory Junction.
“I know but I don’t own a trench coat.”
He grabbed the puffy jacket and handed it to her.
“Turn around, please.”
Quite frankly, he wanted another look but being a gentleman, he complied. “So how long has it been?”
“Huh?” He could hear the rustling of nylon and a zipper.
