Page 249 of Rock Chick Rescue

“Remember what I said about no longer bein’ tolerant of your shit?”

He sounded pretty angry, so angry that words escaped me, so I nodded.

“I meant this shit, too, now get in the truck.”

“I really don’t like you,” I told him, still trying to go with the attitude.

Again, it was the wrong choice.

His body got still for a beat and then he got even closer.

“Now,” he said quietly, “you just threw down. So, I’m gonna have to prove you wrong. After I do that, we’re gonna talk.”

Eek!

What could I say?

I’d walked right into that one.

Still, I gave him a glare before I got in the truck.

Just because.

TWENTY-SEVEN

THE TALK

Icame up with a strategy on the silent ride to Eddie’s.

He parked in the garage and we went into the kitchen. I put my purse down on the counter and he walked into the living room. I took a deep breath and followed him.

He turned to me, planted his hands on his hips and stared at me.

“You wanna explain why I came home to find you’d moved out?” he asked.

The good news was he’d given up on the idea of proving me wrong about not liking him.

The bad news was we weren’t going to sit down and relax in front of a ballgame before our talk.

Oh well, it was now or never.

I walked up to him and slid my arms around his middle. I pressed my body to his. I tucked my face into his neck and, with my lips pressed against the side of his throat I replied, “Not really.”

“Chiquita…”

I went up on tiptoe, my lips moved and I kissed him behind his ear.

I’d never had to seduce Eddie. Eddie was kind of a take-charge type of guy when it came to sex (well really, Eddie was kind of a take-charge type of guy all the time), as in, he wanted it, he took it.

I’d never actually had to seduce anyone and I didn’t exactly know what to do. I was hoping just to get the ball rolling and then Eddie could take over.

“Jet, I asked you a question,” he prompted.

My hands moved up his back. He had a nice back and I could feel the definition of the muscle under my fingers. I could also smell him and the combination of the two was pretty heady stuff.

“I heard you,” I said against his skin and then moved my mouth around the front and kissed his throat in the dent where it met his neck.

“You gonna answer me?” he asked, and I got the feeling he wasn’t going to fall in line with my plan. The reason I thought this was because he still had his hands planted on my hips.

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