Page 11 of The Chance
Oh yes, I can play that game, Mr. Cooper. Stretching across, I lightly skimmed his forearm with my wrists and let my hips nudge his bicep. A jagged sigh left his lungs. I typed each letter with one finger, deleting a few just to prolong our contact, and then, when I was satisfied the password was correct, I tapped enter.
"There you go. You've got full access." I emphasised the word full, hoping he'd catch my double entendre.
If he did, he didn't let on because he opened up the search engine and scrolled through a list like a man on a mission to succeed. Sinking down on the chair beside him, I perched on the edge and peered at the screen.
A slight furrow nestled in his brow and his sparkling eyes reflected the images on the screen. Switching my gaze from his handsome face to the screen like a game of ping pong, I kept quiet, letting him finish. A lock of hair captured his lashes which was quickly scraped away by long fingers. Short nails held a hint of oil beneath and the skin looked overworked. They were manly hands, all rough and sexy and strong.
I was fascinated by the effect he was having on me, given the fact longish locks on men wouldn't normally be my thing. A deep-seated urge bulldozed my sanity, prompting me to sink my fingers into the thick strands and tug his face to mine.
I didn’t do it.
It took all my restraint to keep my hands to myself. Who knew I had so much willpower and too much pent-up sexual cravings? Then there were his outdoorsy clothes. No suit, or freshly ironed shirt, just worn jeans and a rather tight tee, which I counted as a pro, rather than a con. I liked clean cut businessmen in expensive suits, not grubby or unkempt or so brawny and delicious. Oh my. My quick shiver of rapture didn't go unnoticed.
"You cold, or just bored?" His gaze was all over me, from my mouth to my chest then trailing up to my eyes.
"You do know the online store that sells refurbished and secondhand parts, don't you?"
His thick brows almost met in the middle as he scowled. "No?"
"Yeah, it's called Value Farm Services."
His fingers blurred as he typed in the words. "How the fuck did I not know about this?"
I shrugged. "I thought all farm hands new about it."
"I've been out of the game for a long time. I'm just trying to find my way again," he added as the search brought up the exact part he needed.
"Got it, and for a fraction of the price I was quoted. You're a fucking star, Lexi." His smile was the perfect gift, sending a whole flutter of freaky feelings into my stomach.
"How does a city girl know about farm supplies?"
"I guess you could say I'm an all-rounder." I tossed my hair with a girly pizazz and leaned back, raising my elbow on the back of the chair.
His mouth lifted at one side. "An all-rounder?"
Okay, that wasn't quite as flattering on my behalf as I'd intended, but it let him know I wasn't just a city girl in a nice outfit. I had dimensions, and right now, I had dark desires too.
He slid a black wallet free from his back pocket – the very pocket that was snug to his tight ass. Yeah, I had looked, a few times. Who wouldn't?
With the purchase made, he shoved the laptop forward. “Your screensaver is awesome.”
“Oh, thanks, I used photoshop.” I shrugged off his compliment because everyone can use photoshop. “Another of my skills.”
“What else have you got?”
I wanted to push my boobs together and say ‘these’, but he was looking for images, rather than cleavage.
“Do you want to see my portfolio? I gathered it for my dissertation.” I tipped forward and clicked open the folder on my desktop.
He took a few minutes to browse my work. “You’ve got a real talent. They’re excellent.”
My cheeks felt warm and my palms became clammy under his high praise. “Thanks. It’s my thing, you know?”
“You seem to have a lot ofthings.” His stormy gaze rested on my mouth.
A swell of nerves swirled around my chest, propelling me off the chair.
"Have you got anything to go with the coffee?" he asked with an odd look on his face.
