Page 383 of Summer Heat
“I know. So that’s why we should just do what we had planned. Eat, talk, and watch a movie. For tonight.”
“And tomorrow?”
“I’ll be just like your other one-month women.” She smothered her body’s immediate objection to that statement and held his gaze. “I’m not resisting what I want anymore.”
The latter half, her body didn’t have any complaints over, seeing as how it was the absolute truth.
Resisting Connor Sullivan was no longer an option.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
AS FAR AS MORNING AFTER big declarations go, Abby decided this one was going fairly smoothly.
Probably because they were both on their laptops pretending they weren’t sitting six feet from each other.
Around the third mumbled apology when their hands collided reaching for something on the table, however, was when she started getting pissed.
Shoot, if she only had another three weeks with the man, this was not how she was going to spend it.
She grabbed her phone and started texting.
>> Were the white panties the only one you saw?
>> …You know, that day in my lil’ bag-o-fun?
She kept her eyes d
own as Connor reached for his beeping phone.
A tiny flash of amusement flickered over his features, soon followed by a hint of wariness. Good. She liked him off-kilter.
Seconds later, he was texting back. Four quick taps.
>> Yes.
Pause.
>> Why?
She smiled, waiting far longer than she needed to reply.
>> Because i bought a pair of red ones, too.
Another pause. And just the slightest gulp.
>> That’s…interesting. Good for you.
That’s it? Eyes narrowed, she kicked it up a notch.
>> Thx. I like ‘em. Mostly because they’re, well…
She dragged it out. This was too much fun.
>> Less ‘conservative’ than the white pair.
A choked throat clearing sputtered out from his end of the dining room.
Excellent.
