"Then I'd have to prove he's the wrong choice."
Her jaw dropped. John Morgan could have any girl he'd ever desire and last night he'd turned her down. She'd not repeat that scene. Her eyebrows quirked. "And you're the right one?"
He rubbed his temples like he was confused. "Don't spin this conversation."
"You're bringing up marriage and my love life." Her arms flew outward, away from her as she anchored her feet into the ground. "And I'm not. You frustrate me."
"I'd rather kiss you."
She slipped out of her high heels as she gripped the edge of the table. "I can't. Not until I can center myself without swaying like the wind can push me around. You confuse me."
He let out his own breath. "That makes two of us."
She needed space and a bucket of ice to cool her heated body down. "John, where is my bedroom? I should go."
He gestured toward a long hall. "I don't know. I never lived here. Pick whatever you want."
She turned and started down the massive mansion hall that might rival the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles. Again, this house was a showpiece and not a home. The coldness returned. She rubbed her arms and let her body cool. "Which one is yours so I don't take that one?"
He shrugged. "I've never slept here, so I don't have one."
She refused to turn around and stare at him. Instead, she took one step forward and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy. He saw how she reacted.
She carried her heels by two fingers, her soles cool against the marble floor. She turned her head to the side and called out, "I need twenty minutes to close my eyes and lose my headache."
"Dinner will be here when you're hungry, Alice."
She opened the second door and slipped into a bedroom. She closed the door behind her and rested her head on the wood. She'd never survive staying here for more than one night. Her crush on John Morgan needed to fizzle out as fast as it sparked back. She hadn't thought about him since he left for college years ago, and now she was out of control.
The offer of that kiss had her lips tingling with desire. She wouldn't kiss him again, but her body ached to do so much more.
