"Why?"
"Because there's only one girl I want, and she asks far too many questions."
My mouth opened, but the only sound that came out was a half sigh, half whimper. Beyond embarrassed, I clamped my lips shut and looked away.
And of course, my gaze landed directly on those elevators.
I studied them long and hard. A short walk, followed by a simple press of a button, and we could be on our way upward to a nice hotel room with a massive bed, perfect for getting tangled in the sheets.
Naked.
Together.
It was so very tempting –and so very wrong.
I still knew so little about him.
But holy hell, did I want to learn more.
Chapter 49
Jack
As I studied her profile, I could practically hear the wheels turning.She was thinking again.
She was dangerous. Not like me. But that didn't make her presence on the tour any less of a problem.
In the beginning, I'd had her pegged for something else – someone who'd support the tour with blinders on, seeing only what I wanted her to see – the cold-hearted writer with a nice, cushy life.
But I wasn't that guy. Not anymore.
And she wasn't that girl.
Together, we were something else.
And I didn't want her thinking at all. Not now.
As she studied the bank of elevators, she chewed on her bottom lip. Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were pink with the remnants of her blush.
If I wanted, I could deepen that blush – not with words, but with actions. Once upstairs, I could make her forget her questions, forget her curiosity, or hell, even forget her own name.
For now.
But when morning came, I knew precisely what would happen. The questions would return, along with my need for privacy – for her sakeandmine.
If I were smart, I'd keep my distance. If I were even smarter, I'd send her packing, maybe find something else for her to do – something nice, safe, and far away.
I had some research that needed doing – some castle thing in Romania for an upcoming book. I could send her there within hours, and we'd both sleep easier from now on.
The thought was like a dagger to my heart.
Fuck that.
I wanted her. She wanted me.And I wanted to pull her close, not push her away. I moved toward her. "Becka."
She turned to look. "What?"
"That deal we made?"
