since he
caught Donna, his attitude had done a major about-face.
"Oh? It certainly sounded like you
last night. Or was there someone else in the room with us?"
"Cut it out, Lucy, I'm being
serious." But he couldn't help the smile that matched hers. "I really
am sorry. I'll keep my opinions to myself in future."
Her smile disappeared. "But you'll
still have those opinions."
He shrugged. He couldn't not have
them, just because that's what she wanted. "So is my apology accepted or
not?"
She lifted one bare shoulder and her
breast jiggled beneath the tight black material. He sucked in air and
reluctantly lifted his gaze to her face.
"You can owe me one," she said.
"One what?"
She took a step closer and for a moment
he thought she was going to embrace him, but she didn't. She stood on her toes
and lowered her long lashes. "Whatever you want." Her husky voice
sent a ripple of excitement across his flesh. The sudden image of Lucy naked
and bent over her couch made him hard.
Heaven help him, he was going to go nuts
if he kept thinking about her like that. He hadn't got laid in way too long and
Lucy was too luscious for her own good. And for his own good. If she
didn't back off, he'd end up making a big mistake.
Something pounded in time with his pulse.
"You two finished in there?" O'Connor.
"No," they both shouted.
"Let's get this over with,"
said Nick, turning away. He couldn't look at her any more.
"What's the hurry? Sit."
He sat. She sat on the couch next to him,
too close. He inched further away. She followed, hooking one booted foot under
her bottom.
"The hurry is that I'm busy. I've
got a murderer to catch."
She frowned. "I make you nervous,
don't I?"
"No!" Hell, yes. He was going
to agree to one sinful night with this woman if she didn't back off soon. The
scent of jasmine, the sight of two breasts jiggling freely and lips that
promised to nibble gently on a very hard piece of his anatomy was getting to
him. But he couldn't let her. He wasn't into one night stands and that's all
she was into. Even if he gave it a shot, just this once, he'd be doomed. That's
what had happened with Donna and look where that had ended up. Married and
divorced within a year with him looking like an ass.
Never again.
"What does she look like?"
Lucy's brow crinkled then cleared. "Oh,
Mollino's girlfriend. Blonde like me, but that's where the resemblance ends. She's
a lot taller and," she leaned forward and squeezed her breasts between her
arms, "much better endowed."
Nick swallowed. Her breasts might be
smaller than Mollino's girlfriend's but they looked damn near perfect to him. No,
not near, they were perfect. And by squeezing them like that, she was
just driving the point home.
"Her hips are also bigger." Lucy's
hand ran down her thigh, slowly, her fingers caressing the gentle undulation
beneath the skin-tight pants. "And her butt's a nice shape but
rounder." Her hand slipped around her thigh and underneath. "It
bounces when Mollino pumps into her, hard. Get the picture?"
A gurgle deep in his throat was the only
response he could make. Oh yeah, he had the picture all right. And it wasn't of
Mollino and his moll, it was all Lucy's bare round rump on clean white sheets,
moving against him as he drove into her.
"What's the matter Nick, cat got
your tongue?" She laughed and the spell broke.
Nick stood and glared down at her. This
was getting too far, too fast. Did she have no shame? Jeez, he was working and
O'Connor was just outside. Hadn't he got his point across last night that she
wasn't his type?
"What are you playing at?" he
said, feeling in control now that she wasn't so near her.
She sighed. "Let's cut to the chase,
Nick. I find you attractive and I'd like to ... go out with you sometime."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Why not? Are you married?"
"No."
"In a relationship?"
"No."
"You're not gay are you?"
He laughed. "No. But that's not the
point. The point is..." She blinked up at him with those wide blue eyes
and