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“That sounds like something Lindsay would say. I listen to her podcast once a week. She talks about relationships and sex and dating and tries to help women find the silver lining in the muck our lives become because of you men.” She playfully punched his shoulder.
“Lindsay sounds like a wise woman.” He took her fist and kissed the knuckles. Then he kissed her right knee. “You have sexy knees.”
She laughed. That was the sound he wanted to hear, and the light in her brown eyes was what he wanted to see at all times.
He realized right then that he was crazy about Marissa and had no desire to meet other women.
He stepped between her legs and brought his lips close to hers. “Ready for number four?” he whispered.
A broad smile spread across her lips. “Yes, chef.”
The teasing words made lust arrow to his groin.
“Naughty girl.”
She giggled, wrapping her legs around him as he lifted her from the counter and headed toward his bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Back to reality.
Marissa entered the Executive Match suite of offices a little past noon, waving with a “Good afternoon” as she breezed by Lori at the reception desk.
In her office, she placed her messenger bag in the drawer as usual and sank onto her chair. Instead of working right away, she stared at the blank screen of her laptop and relived the weekend with Bruno. She’d had the best time, and though she was drained from the constant activity—and sex—she couldn’t remember another trip being as enjoyable in recent memory.
They didn’t go to the luncheon or sightseeing. They ended up sleeping late and then cooking together in the kitchen. They took a short trip into town so she could buy a couple of souvenirs for Theo and then returned to the house, where they acted like lazy bums and lounged on the balcony. She opened up to him and shared more of her life. He was probably sick and tired of hearing about Theo, but he seemed genuinely interested. Later, they cooked dinner together and went skinny dipping in the pool before showering and making love.
Because of the time difference and her insistence on coming in to work today, they woke up early, the sheets tangled around their limbs. The musky, erotic scent of sex hung in the air, and her sore body had protested against leaving the soft mattress and pillows.
Bruno had looked adorably sexy with his sleepy gray eyes, dark stubble on his jaw, and his black hair a rumpled mess. She had wanted to stay in bed but couldn’t push her luck with Arnie. Not if she wanted to be considered for the head matchmaker position. So they trudged through their morning routine, ate breakfast, and made their way to the airstrip where another chartered plane awaited them.
Marissa slept on the plane. She didn’t know if Bruno did or not, but by the time they landed, she was refreshed and ready to face the day.
Bruno dropped her at home. “I’ll call you,” he promised, giving her a quick kiss before his driver whisked him away.
Would he though? And in what capacity?
They’d had mind-blowing sex, but technically she was still his matchmaker.
The thought dropped on her like a ton of bricks, and she sank lower in her chair. “Shit,” she groaned.
She was Bruno’s matchmaker, and she’d violated company policy. Over and over again, and loved every minute of breaking the rules. Spending time with him had demolished her reservations. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been thinking. That was the problem. She was completely smitten by the man.
“I can fix this,” she told herself.
She straightened, turned on the computer, and went to work, searching for matches for Bruno and ignoring the cloud of hurt in the middle of her chest at the thought of some other woman joining him next year at the James Beard Awards.
“Not my problem.” She had fun, and now fun time was over. She’d been spontaneous, and now it was over. She was a modern, independent woman. She would not get caught up. It was only sex. That’s all. Nothing more.
By the middle of the afternoon, she had a new set of prospects for Bruno and had also put together new prospects for another one of her clients, who she had an after-hours appointment with.
She took a moment to check in on Theo, who excitedly told her about all the fun he was having at Disney with his cousins. After she hung up, the phone on her desk rang.
“Hello?”
“I was thinking about you and decided to call.” Bruno’s voice came through the line, as sweet as honey and equally tempting.
Marissa briefly closed her eyes and forced a slow breath past her lips. “Hi, Bruno.”
