Hours later, she was still working away, saving the best room for last. The infamous closet. The clothing that hung inside was so beautiful. Iconic, really. A fashionista’s dream.
She took inventory of the items in her head and jotted notes on her clipboard, estimating she would need twenty wardrobe boxes and sixteen shoe totes. Each tote held ten pairs. She sighed. What would it be like to be able to fill sixteen shoe totes?
Brushing her fingers over the tips of the shoes on the shelves, her thoughts drifted to her imaginary life where she could buy anything and everything she wanted.
She jumped at the sound of Jack’s sexy voice. “How did I know I’d find you in here?”
She whirled around and her breath caught in her throat. How was it possible that he got hotter every time she saw him? This did nothing to help keep her libido in check, and that’s where it had to stay. She needed this job.
It took her a minute but she finally found her words. “I do love it in here.”
His biceps flexed beneath the black fabric of his T-shirt, straining with the weight of carrying two heavy reusable bags.
Her stomach quivered. Suck it, libido. She swallowed hard. “What do you have in those bags?”
“Dinner.”
Hell yes! Her stomach rumbled in appreciation. She was starving.
The thought of an established chef cooking just for her was exciting, but it was also way over the line. Dinner was intimate. Dinner could lead to things that just…it could lead to things.
“I’m sorry you went to all that trouble, but I’m not really hungry.” She turned away and concentrated on the clothes. Her hands ran over the fabrics for no reason other than to make it seem as if she was doing something.
Maybe if she didn’t look at him he wouldn’t be so appealing.
“Is that so?”
Or not. Even his voice made her tongue want to lick every inch of his sexy body. Bad libido. So very bad.
“I thought we had a deal.” The bags rustled. “I thought we agreed to try new things?”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I changed my mind. I need…” She paused. There was no reason for her to dump her problems on him. “I shouldn’t have agreed.”
“Sterling, look at me.”
Without a second thought she turned. Giving in way too quickly to his command. She expected a stern glare when her eyes finally met his. But the tone of his voice didn’t match the look in his eye.
“I’d like nothing more than to hold you to our agreement.” He shifted the bags in his hands and a coy smile curved on his lips.
She would have given anything to know what thought had just crossed his mind.
“I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just dinner. It’s the least I can do.”
Just dinner. She couldn’t say no to that. He wanted to make her comfortable. Jack Vaughn wasn’t the careless bad boy everyone thought he was.
“How do you know what I like to eat?” She hoped he wasn’t going to make her eat weird, freaky slimy things.
“Just leave the food to me.” He winked. “I have a knack for satisfying a woman’s hunger.”
Oh, she bet he did. She knew firsthand that’s not all he could satisfy. Bad, bad libido.
“Get back to work. I’ll call you when it’s ready.” He turned but stopped and faced her again. “By the way, Sterling, what happened to the microwave?”
She gasped. He had her turned so inside out she had forgotten about the incident.
“Oh, I…had an accident.” She hung her head. “I burned the lunch I brought.”
Surprised at his hearty laugh, she lifted her head. He wasn’t mad?