Page 29 of Seduction
Penina Ross
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse, the smell of delicious food flowed up my nostrils. It was definitely seafood—lobster or scallops. Music played softly as well, a light jazzy instrumental.
“Dr. Ross, is that you?” Sparrow called from the kitchen.
My eyes expanded like balloons. He was there.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath then cleared my throat. “Yeah.” There was no nervousness in my voice, even though the feeling consumed me.
“I’m in the kitchen. Come join me.”
My heart fluttered. I quickly looked down at my crotch.Pussy, no.She had jumped, getting excited about him being so near.
I could feel him waiting for me as I walked down the hallway and into the living room, which had a view of the kitchen. He was standing at the oven with a drying towel draped across his shoulder. When I got close enough, he turned, and immediately, his pale-blue eyes roamed over me.
He leaned on the large marble-top island. “Are you ready to eat something?”
I jerked my head back. “Did you cook?”
He smirked. “Yes. I cooked.” He sounded and looked proud of himself.
He cooks too.
“But you left the hospital not too long ago.”
“What was your answer?”
I frowned. “Answer about what?”
“Are you going to be Greg Carrol’s date?”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Absolutely not.”
He smirked as if he was satisfied by my reaction.
Finally, I realized we were staring at each other. I had to blink to be released from the power of his captive gaze.
“Did you make scallops?” I asked without taking one step toward him.
“Yes, pan-seared and zucchini pesto pasta.” He pointed his head in the direction of the bedroom I’d been sleeping in. “Go, put your things down, then come back and join me at the table.”
“We’re going to eat dinner together?” I knew I looked as nervous as I sounded.
“That’s the plan.”
His smirk was so enticing. It made it difficult to remember why I was so upset with him. “But you never talk to me at work.”
“But you know why that is.”
My brow furrowed. “No, I don’t.”
He snatched the towel off his shoulder then tossed it on the marble. I stiffened as he moved toward me until our faces were close.
“Must I remind you why I can’t engage with you at the hospital—right here, right now?”
My head spun like a top. I thought I said, “Okay,” before getting the hell away from him, actually running like a frightened cat to the bedroom.
My heart was speeding as though Mario Andretti was driving it. I could still picture the way he looked at me.What is happening to me?I’m attracted to him, like really attracted to him.And what are we doing together?That night had to be the night we defined our relationship or lack thereof. We also had to resolve the sexual tension between us. At some point during the evening, we had to fuck. It didn’t have to take long. He would stick it in, we would bang, then that would be that. He would be done with me, and I would be done with him.Done.
