Page 124 of One Bad Idea
Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I reached up and ran a hand through my hair. Itwassoft, but that was beside the point. Again, I said, "So?"
"So, I think about it."
I felt myself swallow. "You think about my hair?"
"And other things."
"Like what?"
"Trust me. You don’t want to know."
He was wrong. I did.
And now, I couldn’t help but scoff, "Oh yeah? Well what aboutyourhair?"
"What about it?"
"It's all thick and…" I hesitated. "…luscious."
He was still frowning. "Luscious?"
"Yeah. And don't give me that look. It's notmyfault your hair's luscious."
"Oh yeah? Then don't blamemefor your legs."
I glanced down. I was wearing a skirt, but he couldn’t see my legsnow, unless he had superpowers and could see through my desk or something. I murmured, "My legs?"
"Yeah." He gave a tight shrug. "They look good in dresses. Shorts, too."
"Fine," I snapped. "Then don't blamemefor your chest."
He looked down. "My chest?"
"Yeah, it's all hard and muscly and stuff. And those tattoos? They're a serious distraction."
With him in short sleeves, I could see a few of his tattoosnow– not the ones on his chest of course, but the ones on his arms. They were right there, as clear as day, inked over the more intriguing lines of his sculpted muscles.
He gave me a look. "Yeah? Well mine sucks compared to yours."
I was almost too distracted to think. "My what?"
His gazed dipped briefly to my blouse. "Your chest."
I lowered my head to look. I wasn't terribly well endowed, but what Ididhave was pretty darn perky, especially now.
That one single glance from Jaden had hardened my nipples to the point of distraction, and I felt that familiar ache deep in my core.
When I looked up, Jaden was still frowning, but in a totally different way.
The frown looked eerily familiar – not because I'd seen it onhim, but rather because I'd seen it on my own face way too often, usually in the morning after a night of Jaden-fueled fantasies.
My breath caught.
Holy hell.
He wantedme, too.
And he wasn't any happier about it than I was.
