not a single one lopsided. She had good taste. Classic, clean, simple. He liked it.
He liked her . Last night he'd thought her kind of cute, if a little nerdy, like when she'd been in school. Now, seeing the swell of her full breasts above the towel and those smooth thighs and shapely calves, he thought her the sexiest woman he knew. Maddie Clarke had definitely grown up. What he wouldn’t do to get his hands on her now.
But a woman like that could wrap a man around her little finger if she wanted to. The jury was out on whether that was a good thing.
He regretted not touching the soft flesh above her towel as he’d passed her in the hallway. He'd wanted to. Hell, he'd ached to. But that would only have got him a slap across the cheek, going by the glare she'd given him.
Nevermind. There was always later...
"Have you eaten?" he asked when she emerged from her bedroom. She wore her hair up again. When she'd greeted him at the door the damp curls had tumbled around her face unchecked. He preferred it like that—the come-and-grope-me look. Getting her to release her hair so he could play with it would be a challenge.
He loved a challenge.
"Not yet," she said. "I guess I should offer to cook something, but I'm a terrible cook. I've been known to boil pots of water dry."
"Guess we'll go out then."
"Oh." She glanced down at her jeans. "I should change."
"No need. How's pizza sound?"
"Cheap."
He raised a brow. He'd never been called that to his face before.
She bit her lip and shrugged an apology. "I just expected us to go to an expensive restaurant."
"Because I'm the CEO of National Paints?"
"No, because you're a millionaire."
"An unemployed millionaire."
Her jaw dropped. So far everyone had the same reaction—his mother, his colleagues, Pete and Linda. No one seemed to get it. He'd kind of hoped Maddie would, although he had no idea why. It's not like they were old buddies or anything. It’s not like she was the sort of person who did things on a whim. Not like him. Nope, she was a by-the-book, do it the right way kind of girl. Everything in order, nothing out of place.
He wondered what would happen if her perfectly ordered life suddenly threw a curve ball at her. What would happen if she quit her job? Would she go into complete meltdown or would she blossom?
It would never happen. Not in a million years.
But there were other ways to lose control. Like in bed. Like having an orgasm that could drive clear thinking right out the window. Maddie would look amazing having one of those orgasms. Her body would flush all over. Her hair would loosen from its knot and fall about her face. Would she scream? Would her body buck? Would she call out his name?
Oh Hell. Now he was thinking about Maddie having an orgasm when he was supposed to be thinking about...what were they talking about again? Jeez, it was hot in the restaurant.
"What happened?" she asked, eyes agog. "Did they fire you?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, no. And why does everyone keep asking me that?" Focus, Hennessy, don’t scare her off before the mind-blowing orgasm.
She shrugged. "It's just that you got into trouble a lot in high school, so I thought..."
"That I was still that high school kid?" He scoffed. "Give me a little credit. I've changed in the last fifteen years."
He should be annoyed but he liked honesty and it seemed Maddie had it in brutal proportions, just like her sister. He definitely wasn’t the only one to have changed in the last fifteen years.
At least she didn't tell him he was an idiot like Carla, his girlfriend. Ex -girlfriend. She'd decided she preferred dating a CEO to a nobody and had packed her bags after telling him how selfish he was for not thinking of her before quitting. It seemed she was under the impression that using his corporate credit card to take her friends out to dinner when he worked late was in his job description.
"Still want to go on a date with an unemployed bum?"
"Of course. But maybe we should go Dutch."
He