“I love it.” She slowly approached the windows for a closer look. “I think I’d sit on the couch every night and stare at the city. I wouldn’t need any television. The view would be entertainment enough.”
“I rarely watch TV,” Hunter confessed. He quietly approached her, his movements stealthy. He didn’t want to startle her.
“Really? I probably watch too much.” She sighed and offered a little laugh. “I really enjoy all of those fashion reality shows.”
“Have secret aspirations to be a designer? Or maybe a stylist?” She dressed with flair, he knew that. Had more than once admired an outfit she put together.
“No.” Gracie shook her head; the sleek swing of her hair moving to and fro mesmerized him. He wished she’d worn her hair up tonight. Giving him a firsthand view of her elegant neck, the image filled him with thoughts as how to get his lips on that neck so he could taste her skin again…
“The shows actually inspired me,” she continued, and he realized she was still talking about the reality programs. “I’ve gotten a couple of ideas for marketing from what I see.”
“You’re kidding. So your secret weapon is reality TV?”
She turned her head, her eyes widening when she realized he stood so close. “Uh-huh.”
Her eyes looked a little dazed, a look that was good on her especially considering he felt exactly the same.
Dazed. Confused. Euphoric. Oh yeah, and horny.
“What else are you hiding from me, Gracie Hayes?” His voice lowered automatically, and he realized he should at least offer her a drink before he tried something he shouldn’t. He’d promised to be on his best behavior and he was already breaking that vow.
Seduction was on the forefront of his mind, and he hoped she was on board.
With Gracie, he couldn’t help himself. She was too great a temptation to resist.
“I—I’m not hiding anything from you, Hunter Worth.” She cocked her head, her hair falling over one eye and giving her a mysterious, sexy air. “I’m not that interesting.”
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. I happen to find you very interesting.” A complete understatement, but he didn’t want to scare the hell out of her, so he kept his enthusiasm toward her dialed down.
“That’s the problem.” She visibly swallowed, and he could tell she was nervous. “We find each other interesting when we should probably leave well enough alone.”
What a specific choice of words. We find each other interesting. Well, that revelation just gave him hope. “Do I make you nervous, Gracie?”
She nodded jerkily. “Terri
fied.”
Her admission touched him, and he decided to be honest. She deserved it. “You make me nervous too.”
Her eyes widened in apparent shock. “I do?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded, reached out and trailed his index finger along the soft line of her jaw. She trembled beneath his touch. “It’s different with you.”
“What’s different?” The wide-eyed look switched to narrowed skepticism in a heartbeat. “Don’t try and use some line on me, Hunter. I won’t fall for it.”
“I’m not using any lines on you.” He kept his expression solemn. Serious. “It is different with you.”
“It’ll probably end up a mistake,” she whispered.
He flinched. Her words hurt. “You know it would be good between us.”
Releasing a shaky breath, she slowly shook her head. “Nothing’s ever guaranteed.”
He settled his hands upon her slim shoulders and she stiffened beneath his grip. “I’m not so sure about that.”
The little liar—she did know exactly how good it could be between them. A few scorching hot kisses between them and they were close to setting the world on fire. “You’re forgetting how quickly you reacted that night when I kissed you?” Hunter started to rub her shoulders, easing the tension from her tight muscles with his every firm stroke.
She dropped her head and he pressed his thumb at a precise spot on the back of her neck, causing her to moan. The sound went straight to his cock. “I was sort of drunk.”