She didn't have time to react, not when her feet cleared the floor, then slapped down again as she was spun around and pushed back against the wall.
She caught the temper in his eyes, turning them hot and almost black. It brought an equally hot tickle to her throat that was both fear and anger and just enough arousa
l to confuse the mix. "Take care of yourself," he challenged. "Then we'll move on to the demonstration."
She stared into his eyes, waiting until he'd eased in just a little more. Then she brought her knee up between his legs, lightning swift, and stopped a hairbreath from doing serious damage.
He flinched, and she found it immensely satisfying.
"Okay. First let me commend you on your really exquisite control." He didn't move. They both understood it would take only one quick jerk to drop him to his knees. "Second, let me thank you, sincerely, for using it in this case."
"I'm not some helpless hick."
"I never thought of you as either helpless or a hick." Abruptly, the situation, and his position in it, struck him as ridiculously funny. He started to grin, then to laugh until he simply lowered his forehead to hers. "I don't know how you manage to piss me off, but you do."
He gentled his grip on her shoulders, then released her to brace his hands on the wall on either side of her head. "Would you mind lowering that knee? At least a few inches. It's making me nervous."
"That's the idea." But she complied. "I don't know why this is funny."
"Neither do I. Jesus, Zoe, you wind me up, one way or the other. Tell me something. Am I not supposed to find you beautiful? Am I not supposed to be attracted to you?"
"How am I supposed to answer that?"
"It's a puzzler, isn't it?" His gaze skimmed over her face, down to her mouth. "Try thinking about it from my end."
"Move back some." Because the breath was backing up in her lungs, she tapped her fingers against his chest. "I can't talk to you like this."
"Okay. Just one second." He brushed his lips over hers in a kind of whispered promise that had her stomach fluttering.
Then he stepped back.
"It'd be easy to let you." Not sure if she was steady yet, she stayed leaning against the wall. 'To let myself. I've got needs, normal needs, just like anyone. And I haven't been with a man in over a year—going on two."
"I don't care if you were with a man yesterday. I'm interested in now." "Well, I haven't been. There are reasons for that."
"Simon."
She nodded. "He's the big reason. I'm not going to let any man into my life that I wouldn't let into his."
"You know I wouldn't hurt him." Temper began to edge back. "It's goddamn insulting for you to imply that I would."
"I know you wouldn't, so there's no point in you getting fired up over that. But I'm a reason, too, and I've got a right to be careful with myself. You're not looking to hold my hand or give me a couple of sweet kisses in the moonlight, Bradley."
"It'd be a start."
"That's not where it would end, and we both know it. I don't see the point in starting something if I don't know I can finish it. I don't know if going to bed with you is going to be good for me. I don't know if going to bed with you, if you wanting me to, is because of those normal needs or because of what's going on around us."
"You think I'm attracted to you because of the key?"
"What if you are?" She lifted her hands, palms up. "How would you feel about being used that way? The fact is, Bradley, you and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the key. We don't come from the same place. And I don't mean the Valley."
"No."
"We don't have anything in common, except for the key."
"The key," he agreed. "Friends who matter to both of us, a place that holds my roots and where you've set yours. A need to build something for ourselves. Then there's a young boy. He happens to belong to you, but he's hooked me. With or without you, he'd have hooked me. Do you get that?"
She could only nod.