Page 17 of The Trouble With Attraction (Rock Canyon, Idaho 6)

He didn’t say much on the drive to her place. But when he finally pulled into her drive, she surprised the hell out of him.

“Will you help me inside?”

He glanced over at her, that little halter she was wearing showing off too damn much skin.

“I think you can probably get in on your own.”

She pushed out her bottom lip as a single strand of blonde hair fell over her right eye. “Please?”

Heaven help him, what was it about this girl? She could completely disarm him and make every rational thought fly out of his head with just a look.

He was weak.

Grumbling as he stomped over to the other side, he opened her door without a word and waited for her to get out.

“Not going to carry me inside?” she asked.

“You’re good to walk.”

And boy did she, rolling those hips in front of him like slow motion torture. He was pretty sure she was exaggerating it for his benefit but why?

She opened her door and just as he was going to step back and leave, she fell against him. “Oh, I just got so dizzy.”

Beyond suspicious now, he knew she was working him, but for what purpose?

He lifted her up and carried her inside, through the darkened living room. “Where am I taking you?”

“First door on the right.”

He opened the door and flipped on the light, staring around the pink and black room in horror.

“Christ, Gracie, how old are you? It looks like a teenaged girl threw up in here.”

“Shut up, there is nothing wrong with pink.”

Glancing around at the pink knobs on the white dresser, the pink canopy on the bed and the pink rug on the floor, Eric shook his head. “There is with this much pink.”

He dropped her on the bed, and picked up a pink fuzzy pillow from her white rocking chair. “This looks like you killed something, skinned it and stuffed it.”

“It’s called a pillow, genius.” And to his complete shock, she reached for the bottom of that little halter top and pulled it over her head, revealing her pert, naked breasts.

Fuck, she hadn’t been wearing a bra all night.

As his cock hardened, pressing against the front of his pants like a battering ram, she pointed at him.

“Now drop it, and take off your pants.”

Chapter Eight

Gracie’s heart slammed against her chest as she sat there topless on her canopy bed, waiting for Eric to say something. His big hands seemed to be choking the life out of her fuzzy pillow, his eyes trained on her breasts.

“Come on, Eric, I don’t have all night.”

Suddenly, his dark eyebrows snapped down over his dark eyes. “What the hell

is this?”

“Wha…what?”

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