glanced away there was a tick in his jaw.
Had he been hurt that she’d dropped his name? It was irrelevant now.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” His stared at her again.
“Don’t you mean lunch?” She folded her arms as she leaned against the doorjamb.
“Since it appears your just now getting dressed, I’m going to assume you’ve not to long gotten up.” He reached out and tugged at one of the tails of her robe sash.
She swatted his hand away. “You know what they say about when you assume.”
He winked at her. “Let me take you out. Catch up on the time we’ve been apart.”
“I don’t see why we need to do that. You’ve seen me. You know where I work. And where I live as well.” She arched a brow at him. “Did you follow me from the museum last night?”
“No. When I’m determined, I have my ways.”
Damn he was too gorgeous. Even as a brainiac in college, he looked like he should be on the football field instead of stuck in a lab for hours. He wasn’t as tall back then, but he had broad shoulders and a body shaped by taut muscles. She’d learned that when he enjoyed doing reps on weights when he stood. He’d told her it was something mindless he could do. Evidently it had paid off big time. Parker filled out his white t-shirt and jeans like they were made on him. The years had been very good to him.
Feeling a little insecure about her own body changes, she pulled the cord to her robe tighter. “Hm. Well, I already have plans today.”
“Change them.”
Pushing away from the wall, she rolled her eyes. “Look. You can’t just show up in my life after five years and start demanding things. We are divorced. That means I have my life and you have yours. Separate.”
“Does that mean we can’t be friends?” He crossed his arms.
Last night, she hadn’t gotten a clear view in the dim light of how his muscles bunched along his chest in that position. She wanted to reach out and press her hands to them and see if they looked as firm as they appeared. His body was over swollen with grotesque muscles, they were just well-defined.
“Last I checked, we weren’t enemies,” he added.
They weren’t but she needed to keep a secure distance from Parker. If she didn’t he’d get into her heart. She’d be fallen for him all over again.
“No, not enemies.” She sighed.
“I understand if you already have plans. You’re right. I don’t have a right to interrupt those. Will you be free for dinner instead? Maybe take a new resident out on the town?” He tilted his head and held her gaze with his intense, light brown eyes.
For some reason, being out on the town with him at night seemed too intimate. Too much like a date.
“I can shift my plans to later and go have lunch with you. Are you happy with that?”
“Completely.”
The smile on his sexy lips and flashed light into his eyes made her knees weak as she remembered their kiss the night before. Even in the kisses awkward position, it had been no less devastating.
Yup, the man was too sexy for his own good. My own good. “Come in for a moment while I dress.”
Stepping back and pulled the door with her, she allowed him to come in.
Entering, he stopped directly before her. His chest almost brushed the lapels of her robe. “I do appreciate having a private moment to spend with you. Away from work, Sonya.” His voice was low, seductive.
The warmth of his breath caressed the skin of her face. She wanted to feel him breathe all over her body. Her nipples tightened on their own accord and she desired to be as bold as her friend Karen was and close the gap between them and kiss him, the right way.
Oh, lord.
Releasing the door and leaving it for him to close. She slipped along the wall, bumping her large John Holyfield Soul Mates painting that hung in the entranceway of her home trying to get away from him. She needed to flee temptation, wasn’t that what her preacher was always going on about. Parker was temptation in all its