Page 24 of Dating the Rebel
Her heart flipped with hope. He did want her.
“I want another audition to show you that I can be the perfect date,” he continued.
Her shoulders slumped with defeat as he dashed her hope. He was still more interested in dating other women than in dating her.
“Why would I do that?” she asked when seeing him now, looking so damn good, made it nearly impossible for her to keep her hands off him.
“I based that first date on the Miranda from all those years ago,” he said. “I want to base this one on the Miranda I know now.”
“You don’t know me, Grant,” she said. “And you didn’t know me years ago, either.” He had never made the effort to do anything besides threaten and warn her away from corrupting his sister.
She almost wished that was what he was up to now. But surely he would have done it already if that had been his purpose.
She was right. Not that he would admit that to her, though. He’d thought he’d known her, but until that night...
Until she’d blown his mind—and other parts of his body—like she had, he’d had no damn idea how passionate she was. What an incredible lover.
He wanted her again—so damn badly. But that had been his mistake. Taking things too fast...
He needed to slow down, to really seduce her into falling for him. That was what he needed her to do now, so that she would agree to whatever he wanted. Like leaving Blair and Teo alone so they could cement their relationship even more. But he also wanted her to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Like now...
He wanted to jerk her onto the top of her desk and take her there. Or on the credenza...
Or even the floor.
She looked so damn beautiful. Her suit jacket was draped over the back of her chair, so she wore only a thin blue chemise with the skirt from the navy blue suit. The desk with the spindly legs revealed her shapely legs—that she hadn’t crossed since spinning her chair toward the door. He wanted to crawl under that desk and pleasure her like he had in the hotel room. He wanted to taste her desire for him.
But he also had to learn from the mistake he’d already made with her. So he drew in a deep breath and summoned all his control—even as he acted as if he was totally relaxed and carefree.
He cared too much about getting a second chance with her. “So let me get to know you,” he told her. And he was intrigued with her—more so than he’d ever been with any other woman. He wanted to get to know her better.
“Why?” she asked.
“You’ve been my sister’s best friend forever—”
“So you should already know me,” she said.
She was right. He should.
He’d thought he did, but now...he wasn’t so sure. She was different than he’d thought she was—harder working, more serious and definitely a hell of a lot more sexual.
“Then our getting to know each other better is long overdue,” he said. “Although I certainly know more about you than I did before.” Like how she kissed and what she tasted like and how easy it was to make her come.
She leaned back in her chair and sighed. And he knew he was getting to her.
“Blair would be happy to know that we’re getting to know each other,” he persisted.
She snorted. “I doubt that. Did you tell her about Ibiza?”
He shook his head. “I thought you would.”
Her pale blue eyes widened with shock. “What? Hell, no.”
“You think she would be upset?” he asked and admitted, “I think she would be...” Because she would want to know the truth of what he was up to.
“She’s wanted me for a sister for so long that I would be more worried about her planning our wedding,” Miranda replied with a shudder of revulsion.
He should have been relieved that she wasn’t as marriage-obsessed as her mother had been, but a little twinge struck his chest. She’d probably just pricked his pride again, because he sure as hell didn’t want to get married.
