“And what is that?”
“You’re trying to seduce me!”
He gave her a dirty smile that she felt deep in her abdomen, confirming her suspicion.
“And? Is it working?”
She swallowed. “No.”
“Liar.”
“Bad liar, obviously,” she corrected him softly before rubbing her neck where the hairs had stood up.
“Boss, you have to throw now!” Leon shouted impatiently. “End this humiliation.”
She sighed, nodded, and raised the dart.
“You know, Penny,” Jack whispered, his dark voice caressing her skin like a sensual touch, “if things were different…”
“But they’re not.”
“No. But if they were…”
“But they’re not!”
“No. But if…”
She ignored him and concentrated on the target in front of her. The dart rested on her fingertips as she prepared to throw it…
“…then I would give you orgasms number six and seven tonight.”
Penny flinched and the dart landed in the wall next to the board.
Penny glanced up at him in disbelief, heat filling her face and her stomach twisting strangely. “That wasn’t fair!”
Jack grinned and shrugged. “Oh, when is life fair?”
“Hey, what did you say to her, Jack?” Leon asked smugly. “That seems to have worked. Do it again.”
Jack’s grin widened. “Oh, I might do just that,” he murmured quietly. “Over and over again. If things were different.”
Penny gritted her teeth. “But they’re not!” she repeated quietly and threw the second dart. It landed in the twenty.
“But if they were…” Jack insisted.
“Then I would have asked if you wanted to see me again, okay?” she replied angrily, taking a deep breath. “If you hadn’t found the documents. If you had just stayed in bed and we had stayed in our bubble, then I would have asked if you wanted to go out with me.”
He nodded and squeezed her hand, which was hidden behind his broad back. “I know. Me too.”
Her stomach clenched. It was nice to hear. “But things aren’t different,” she murmured.
“You already said that.”
“Yes. I’m trying to remember,” she whispered, her hand squeezing his. “I forget every time I see you. I miss your touch even when I’m angry with you. You make things so incrediblydifficultfor me.”
His shoulders tensed and his irises darkened. “You can’t say things like that to me, Penny,” he murmured. “You can’t…”
“Be honest?”