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He’s silent, so I look over my shoulder to see him still staring down at my ass before he glances up with a deadpan expression.
“How old areyou?”
I smile sheepishly, realizing what I just said. Great. I’m really going out of my way to literally make an ass of myself today.
“Sorry. That was rude of me. Age doesn’t dictate success. And you’re not a baby… I mean, look at you…”
I do look. My body even shifts, ever so slightly, so I can have a better view still keeping most of backside to him. Which is a problem because now there’s depravity in my head again.
Except it doesn’t stay in my head.
“You’re so built and like smooth…” The moment I say it, my eyes spring open, my head immediately lifting. “I mean.”Fuck.My mouth’s dry. “What I mean is, you’re in great shape. But I’m not interested…because I’m a woman.” I shake my head quickly. “Not that you date girls or children. Jesus,” I rush out. “I’m just saying I’m old. Well, not old-old, but like too old for you.”
My hand slaps over my mouth. It’s my last-ditch attempt to shut the fuck up.
I feel the slickness leave my ass as he sighs and says in a deep baritone, “You’re done.”
Brody places the plant on the counter before reaching up and tugging my hand away from my face.
And it’s like a dam breaks. “Not that I think you’re interested.”
He raises his brows, so I add, “Sorry.”
The hole I’m digging is getting so deep that I may actually never see the light of day again.Time to go.
Full of nervous energy, I spin around, but my backside almost smushes against the counter.Almostbecause Brody’spalm lands at the small of my back, stopping that from happening.
He holds me in place, looking down into my eyes.
“I said to let it dry.”
Our bodies are so close I can feel heat emanating off him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
Even after I say it, he doesn’t let me go. We just stare at each other in silence, and my heart rate begins jumping to an unreasonable pace. This can’t be heart-healthy.
Regardless, I’m frozen, my chest inches from his perfectly built body. The body I called smooth.Moron.
“I should go,” I whisper. “But thank you for the assist. And sorry again…”
I mean to slide away, but Brody holds me in place, his fingers pressing dominantly into my waist.
“Stop apologizing and let me answer your question.”
What question?I can’t remember anything that I said other than “built” and “smooth,” but I nod anyway.
“Twenty-eight. That’s how old I am.” My lips part, but he doesn’t let me speak. “And you’re forty.”
He only pauses for a beat, as if he’s debating what to say next, the muscles in his jaw working, before he floors me.
“You’re divorced. Your ex is a dick. And you’re from the East Coast.”
I frown, not because I disagree but because I can’t believe Moon told him my life story. Yes, I can, actually.She dies later.
He smirks, and it looks good on him. “She didn’t tell us you were quirky and funny. Or really fucking beautiful. Kind of a perv and a bad liar.”
What the fuck. My head is spinning. But he’s not done.
