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“That’s a joke,right?”

I had to grin at his mortified expression. “I’m trying to prove a point. You’re making it sound like we have a special bond, when it could have been with anyone who took care of you.” I was such aliar.

Grant didn’t like what I said at all as he moved into my space, his presence so overwhelming, I had to retreat. I hit a corner table just as his body hit mine and pinned me with hiships.

“Back off,” I growled. I held on to my annoyance because his erection pressing against my belly made me want to spread my legs and have his hardness move against the ache between mythighs.

“Make me,” hetaunted.

I pushed against his chest, but he grabbed my wrists and held them on either side ofme.

His eyes traveled from my parted lips to my heaving chest where it lingered. I was wearing a thermal, but I knew, with as hard as my nipples had gotten, he could see their outlines. This madness needed to stop. I squirmed and tried to twist out of his grasp, but he was stronger, and he trapped my legs, so I couldn’t knee him in thegroin.

“I’m tempted to kiss the fuck out of you, but I won’t,” he said conversationally as if he didn’t have me pinned against a table. “We’ll try to take this slow. It appears you need some convincing so this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to make us lunch from the bread, ham, and cheese I had delivered to you this morning.” He paused. “You received the bottle of Tuscan olive oil and sun-dried tomatoes earlier thisweek?”

I nodded, simply whiplashed by the way he changed tactics when my libido was at fullsmolder.

“Excellent. I’m going to make you one of my favorite sandwiches,” Grant continued to inform me. “We’re going to have lunch and talk. I’m going to tell you about my life; you’re going to tell me aboutyours.”

He released my wrists and backed away from me. “Deal?”

“You’re crazy.”And I wasbreathless.

“Never said I wassane.”

“Andoverbearing.”

“I’m the head of a multinational corporation, baby. I have tobe.”

“And verycocky.”

Grant raised a brow. “I can show you just how cocky I can be, Angel, but I think you need sustenancefirst.”

My already heated skin burnedhotter.

“Lead the way.” Innuendo dripped from those words. He meant the bedroom or thekitchen.

I scooted past him and fled into the kitchen before I gave in to the desire to jump hisbones.

5

Grant

Grant pulledhis SUV beside the beat-up pickup truck parked in front of the log cabin. He was half an hour early for dinner, but couldn’t cool his heels at the Vail family residence any longer. Not even his company’s pending multimillion-dollar deal worked to take his mind off Blaire. Three weeks of nothing but quick lunches or dinners—often with Liam, the cock-blocker, in attendance—resulted in no more than chaste kisses and perpetual blueballs.

Grant couldn’t figure out who the older man was to Blaire. There was nothing possessive in the way Liam looked at her, but there was no doubt he was fiercely protective. His first impression of Liam was that of a Colorado mountain man sporting a flannel shirt complete with a rough beard. The times Grant had been around him, he usually smelled of pine, gasoline, and bar oil as if he’d been walking around all day wielding a chainsaw. There was something in the way he held his back straight, how he moved nimbly around the room despite his bulk and size, and how his ever-watchful gaze seemed to catalogue every one of Grant’s movements as if storing information for later use. There was more to Liam than a man who gained his muscles by lifting logs or cutting downtrees.

That morning, Blaire invited Grant to dinner. He’d forgotten the reason for the invitation because all he heard was that Liam was out oftown.

Liam was out of town and that meant Blaire wasalone.

Blaire was alone. Therefore there was no Liam to give him the evil eye every time any part of Grant’s anatomy brushed byher.

Erotic images swam in hishead.

How many times when they’d be having dinner had he imagined Blaire splayed on that table ready for him to have his way with her? He’d kiss up her shapely legs before diving into the sweetness between her thighs. Grant gritted his teeth and willed the discomfort behind his jeans to go away. He could hardly walk in there with a massive hard on. Although sex with Blaire was at the forefront of his mind, he was going to prove to her that he could wait. He wasn’t going to take advantage of Liam’sabsence.

His dick just called him aliar.

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