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That pissed him off.A lot.
“Nothing much,” she replied, meeting his gaze and smiling up at him as Carter’s fists tensed.“A bubble bath, maybe.”
Great.Now they were all imagining her wet and naked.
“Oh, and I want to catch up on X-Men before the next one comes out.”
“Ah, you haven’t seen Apocalypse yet?”
“No, I didn’t get to see it at the cinema and they pushed the release of the DVD,” she pouted.
Carter wasn’t surprised when the guy offered, “I have all of them.You wanna watch them at my place?We could get some takeout.”
The next ten seconds were tense as fuck; he didn’t think he breathed until she opened her mouth.
“Actually, I remembered I do have some work to catch up on.”
The eyes were back to their evasion, dropping to her tiptoes.
“Alright.Maybe some other time, then.”
They’d made it to the ground floor.Fucking finally.
Everyone got out of the elevator; as Cassie walked past him, her arm brushed against his, and through the layers of fabric, he felt a tingle that shook him to the bone.
She turned to him, startled, as though the current had hit her, too.As she held his gaze for one timeless instant, his body fought against his mind, willing him to close the gap between them and take her plump lips.
“Carter, darling?”
Tara’s syrupy sweet voice pulled him from the spell, and with some willpower, he managed to turn to his date.
What the heck was that?
All he knew was that he had two choices: he had to stop this train wreck right now.
Or run with it.
He was pretty certain he knew what he was going to do.
Cassie
Well, that answered her question.
After meeting the CEO and his date, Cassie felt extremely silly for even contemplating the idea that he might be into someone like her.Of course he wasn’t; he belonged to the realm of drop-dead-gorgeous, sensual brunettes who didn’t get IDed to buy a bottle of wine.
Fuckity-fuck, that was humiliating.
No matter.She wouldn’t make that mistake again.Now she knew to take what he said at face value.He wanted to be friends, and what he was after was a bit of conversation and some cupcakes.She knew she could learn loads from him; his critique of her book had been on point, nailing everything she might have missed.
She would count her blessings, and stop herself from ever hoping for more.
Carter
Carter was exhausted and pissed off – not the best combination.
The previous night had been an ordeal.He’d been on edge since the elevator, and four hours of ballet didn’t much improve his mood.It wasn’t his first show, but he wasn’t a fan – too many men in tight Lycra for his liking.
Then, he’d had to reject Tara’s advances.He hadn’t been in the mood, but the woman had been insistent.
