Page 13 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

He stared at me for a moment, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. But he said nothing, and I was glad. Because how do you explain that your body cannot be close to his because you get turned on. I looked out the window, noting we were soon speeding down a busy highway.

“You and Betty were having a good time.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

Till you showed up,I thought to myself.

“Yes.” I figured there was no reason to be rude. We are all adults here. Well, maybe not everyone since the man sitting across from me was probably a spoiled brat used to getting his way. I snorted.

“Something bothering you?” he asked.

“How did you know where I’d be?” My question sounded breathless.

“I have my ways,” he told me, his voice soft.

“Well, I don’t like your ways,” I answered, looking at him with a challenge in my eyes.

“You sure about that?” His voice was pure seduction. I had a feeling he was talking about our last encounter while I was talking more about my right to privacy. I turned my head away from him and stared out the window in silence.

We came to a stop, and I looked out the window. He exited the car and came around to open the door for me. He extended his hand to help me, and I hesitantly took it, hating that his touch made me feel so damn vulnerable.

My reason was telling me that I should have refused to have lunch with him, but my body was responding to his closeness, and I did not like it. I was aware of every breath he took, his smell, and my body heated up in response.

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