"No."I meant it, too.
But Ishouldcare. I'd started out caring. There was a code when it came to these things. Those codes – they were there for a reason, to keep people from devolving into animals, from taking what they wanted just because they could.
And Ididwant her – even if that hadn't been part of the plan.
Her chin lifted. "And besides, they don't have to know."
They'd know.Of this, I was certain.
Becka – she wasn't good at hiding things. She was too honest, too straight-forward, and too likely to jump first and think later.
I wanted her, and not just for the night. But there was something Ididn'twant – her waking up to regret it in the light of day.
And what the hell?Was I supposed to take her here in the car? Or not much better, to some local hotel, where I'd fuck her silly without so much as a dinner together first?
I was an asshole for even considering it.
I said, "Just think about it."
She frowned. "Think about what?"
"What you want." I smiled. "For dinner."
Chapter 43
Becka
I didn't want dinner. I wanted him. I asked, "Are you giving me the brush-off?"
He shook his head. "No. I'm giving you time to think."
I didn't need time. I didn't evenwanttime. By now, I wanted him so badly, I didn't even care that I hadn't eaten since breakfast.Who needed food when a fantasy was yours for the taking?
Not me, that's for sure.
But Jack was insistent, so in the end, I told him to pick a restaurant, and I'd be happy with whatever.
Still, I had to give him credit. He picked exactly what I might've picked for myself – a cozy local place with an amazing mountain view.
As the hostess led us to a candlelit table by the window, I looked to Jack and smiled. He smiled back, making my heart flutter and my knees go weak.
Wow.
No wonder he didn't smile very often.His smile was dangerous, like an airborne opiate. And I was feeling intoxicated already.
One glass of wine later, and I was a total goner. We spent the first part of dinner talking about our favorite books, and I was glad to discover that we had similar tastes.
It was the same when it came to movies and just about everything else. Actually, it was pretty uncanny, and I was just in the middle of telling him so when I suddenly realized something.
I felt my gaze narrow. "Hey, you know what?"
"What?"
"You're therealtrouble-maker here."
"How so?"
"You neverdidtell me the whole story of that ugly shirt."
