heart felt like it had just leaped out of her chest and onto a plate to be presented to him. She was completely exposing herself. Here you go. Have it. It’s always been yours. She tried shaking her head in denial. It was useless, and too late. He knew everything now.
“Okay then, Tam, tell me to stop touching you and I will.”
At that moment it looked like God bestowed every masculine gift he had to offer on that man, only that man. He was so arousing and provocative; she wanted to climb him like a monkey on a tree. Instead she fought the urge, lifted her chin turned around and went to her room. She swore she heard a deep chuckle when she shut the door.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Mavis knocked on her door to tell her breakfast was ready. Tammy bolted upright and looked the clock. It was nine in the morning. Gosh, she hadn’t slept that late in years.
“Thanks Mavis, ten minutes!” she hollered so she’d hear her.
“I’ll let Mr. Hartley know,” came the muffled response.
“He’s up?”
“For three hours ma’am.”
Of course he was. Tammy rubbed her forehead as she got out of bed. It was his fault she slept in. That bed was probably the most comfortable thing she’d slept on in years. Also, she’d had about three glasses of wine at dinner the night before. It had been a long time since she’d drank but the wine was really good. Further, the evening exhausted the life out of her. It took a lot to deceive people.
She was in and out of the shower in five minutes and dressed in less than that. She pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a light green tank top. She would need to get dressed for the wedding in a few hours so it seemed useless to get half ready now.
She remembered where the kitchen was from the tour the day before. She paused when she saw Lance sitting at the breakfast counter drinking a cup of coffee and reading a paper. He was wearing grey sweats and a plain white t-shirt that had a hint of perspiration on his chest. Oh, he’d been working out. God, he looked delicious.
“Hi.” He set his paper down when he saw her and patted the stool beside him. His eyes went down her form and back up again just to lock gazes with her. “You slept in,” he said with a lazy smile.
She refused to be uncomfortable from his discovery the night before. Hopefully he’d forgotten about everything. Yeah, right. “I did.” She took the seat beside him and Mavis gave her a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. She was never one to turn away a good home cooked meal. “The mattress is heavenly.”
“Mine’s better.”
She near choked on a forkful of scrambled eggs. After last night, she knew there was a hidden innuendo in there especially after seeing the glint in his eyes.
“Some coffee Mavis, black, no sugar.” He called while smirking at Tammy.
He was observant. That was exactly how she took her coffee.
Mavis placed a mug in front of her and gave her a sympathetic look while she still coughed.
“Here.” He handed her the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”
She took a drink anyway. It was perfect. Then she shot him a look. “You need to stop doing that.”
“What? Mine is better.” He grinned and took a sip from his own mug watching her over the rim.
She shook her head. “It’s the hidden inferences.” Gosh she just couldn’t have this conversation. She still couldn’t shake his confession from the night before. Her cheeks flamed. His eyes went there seeing her embarrassment.
“Well, we could certainly solve your curiosity.”
Her eyes popped wide. Choking on coffee this time.
He stood up and patted her back. “Water, Mavis.”
“Already getting it,” she called back from around the corner.
A few seconds later Mavis placed a large glass of water in front of her and gave her a half smile and a half look of sympathy before making herself scarce.
Tammy took a long drink before she turned her angry eyes on
“Okay then, Tam, tell me to stop touching you and I will.”
At that moment it looked like God bestowed every masculine gift he had to offer on that man, only that man. He was so arousing and provocative; she wanted to climb him like a monkey on a tree. Instead she fought the urge, lifted her chin turned around and went to her room. She swore she heard a deep chuckle when she shut the door.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Mavis knocked on her door to tell her breakfast was ready. Tammy bolted upright and looked the clock. It was nine in the morning. Gosh, she hadn’t slept that late in years.
“Thanks Mavis, ten minutes!” she hollered so she’d hear her.
“I’ll let Mr. Hartley know,” came the muffled response.
“He’s up?”
“For three hours ma’am.”
Of course he was. Tammy rubbed her forehead as she got out of bed. It was his fault she slept in. That bed was probably the most comfortable thing she’d slept on in years. Also, she’d had about three glasses of wine at dinner the night before. It had been a long time since she’d drank but the wine was really good. Further, the evening exhausted the life out of her. It took a lot to deceive people.
She was in and out of the shower in five minutes and dressed in less than that. She pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a light green tank top. She would need to get dressed for the wedding in a few hours so it seemed useless to get half ready now.
She remembered where the kitchen was from the tour the day before. She paused when she saw Lance sitting at the breakfast counter drinking a cup of coffee and reading a paper. He was wearing grey sweats and a plain white t-shirt that had a hint of perspiration on his chest. Oh, he’d been working out. God, he looked delicious.
“Hi.” He set his paper down when he saw her and patted the stool beside him. His eyes went down her form and back up again just to lock gazes with her. “You slept in,” he said with a lazy smile.
She refused to be uncomfortable from his discovery the night before. Hopefully he’d forgotten about everything. Yeah, right. “I did.” She took the seat beside him and Mavis gave her a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. She was never one to turn away a good home cooked meal. “The mattress is heavenly.”
“Mine’s better.”
She near choked on a forkful of scrambled eggs. After last night, she knew there was a hidden innuendo in there especially after seeing the glint in his eyes.
“Some coffee Mavis, black, no sugar.” He called while smirking at Tammy.
He was observant. That was exactly how she took her coffee.
Mavis placed a mug in front of her and gave her a sympathetic look while she still coughed.
“Here.” He handed her the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”
She took a drink anyway. It was perfect. Then she shot him a look. “You need to stop doing that.”
“What? Mine is better.” He grinned and took a sip from his own mug watching her over the rim.
She shook her head. “It’s the hidden inferences.” Gosh she just couldn’t have this conversation. She still couldn’t shake his confession from the night before. Her cheeks flamed. His eyes went there seeing her embarrassment.
“Well, we could certainly solve your curiosity.”
Her eyes popped wide. Choking on coffee this time.
He stood up and patted her back. “Water, Mavis.”
“Already getting it,” she called back from around the corner.
A few seconds later Mavis placed a large glass of water in front of her and gave her a half smile and a half look of sympathy before making herself scarce.
Tammy took a long drink before she turned her angry eyes on
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