Page 16 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“Thank you for looking after the folks in this building,” I said to him. and he begrudgingly nodded.
The building door closed behind us and her heels snapped against the tile of the floor as she walked over to the wall of elevators. She pushed the button on the panel to go up.
“Now, let’s talk about tomorrow,” I said.
“There is no tomorrow, Tag. You should just go home to Wyoming. I promise I’ll reach out to Carter.”
I shook my head. “How about you show me some more of this city?”
“I don’t have time to play host. Tomorrow is Saturday. I have a spa appointment in the morning, and then I’m heading back into the office for the rest of the day.”
“Fine, I’ll join you for your appointment.”
Her jaw dropped. “You can’t just invite yourself to my spa appointment.”
“Think I just did,” I pointed out. “Text me the time and address.”
“This isn’t going to work,” she insisted. “You’re never going to convince me to go back to Last Hope Gulch.”
“Understood. However, I find that my pores are clogged. A good spa treatment might be just the thing I need.”
Her smirk made me smile. “You’re impossible.”
“Well, I know what that means.” I gave her a twofingered salute. “Text me a time and place, and no messing with me, Sunshine. Because I will find you.”
The elevator binged and the doors opened. She stepped inside and faced me. I was struck all over again by the beautiful woman she’d turned into. The long legs. The thin waist. High tits. That hair and those dark eyes. She made me lose my train of thought.
“My name is Kaitlyn!” she said with a saucy grin, just as the doors closed.
She got the last word.
THREE
KAITYLN
Early Saturday morning,I stood just outside the door of my salon waiting for Tag. Throngs of New Yorkers buzzed by me while I checked email on my phone and tapped my foot. I was ten minutes early, but it still felt like I’d been waiting forever.
I wasn’t even certain why I’d agreed to another date.
No, not a date.
A meet up?
A rendezvous?
God, no, definitely not that.
Last night, when he’d ridden home with me in the cab and walked me to the elevator doors, it was all so date-like. Which only proved how long it had been since I was on a date, because last night had been a business meeting, if anything.
A reunion?
A…I didn’t even know.
All in some misguided effort by the McGraws to drag me home to save the Swinging D.
As if. First of all – I wasn’t saving something called the Swinging D.
Ugh.
