look at her own overly generous hour-glass
curves like that, but somehow doubted it. Oh well, it was something
that she never allowed herself to dwell on if she could help it.
She’d made her decision a long time ago to enjoy life and live it
to its fullest, and not worry about what other people thought. Most
times she managed it. Life was too short.
Definitely too
short not to appreciate Tim’s body as he stood side-on, then slowly
pivoted around to face them.
Yeah, the man
was lean of build all right, tall and almost lanky, but there was
surprising strength in that lean body. His pectorals were defined,
as surprisingly was the hint of a six pack stomach. Wow, who could
have guessed that?
Cindy actually
blinked in surprise and, yes, appreciation. Those jeans hung low on
lean hips, and his biceps and triceps bunched as he wiped his hands
on a rag he’d pulled from a back pocket in his jeans.
A light
smattering of dark hair went from his pectorals down to a thin line
on his stomach to disappear in a tantalising trail into the
waistband of his jeans. No doubt an arrow to Big Hammer, she
thought with a grin.
“Like what you
see?” Tim drawled.
Her gaze
snapped back up to meet his, but not a blush rose in her cheeks as
her grin widened. “Not bad. Not bad at all, sunshine.”
“I think that
falls under the context of sexual harassment.” Shoving the rag in
his back pocket again, Tim walked forward in that long, lanky, easy
stride he had that was so natural.
“Hey, you don’t
want me to look, don’t flaunt it.”
“Definitely
sexual harassment.” Stopping right before her, so close she could
feel the heat from his body, Tim reached out and plucked a carton
of iced coffee from her hand.
Rather than
move politely back, he stayed right where he was, his gaze steady
on her face, studying her with deliberate leisure. A gleam of
amusement was more than evident in his brown eyes as he dropped his
gaze to her lips, then her throat and lower. Deliberately lower in
a movement she just knew was an attempt to unnerve her.
Good thing she
wasn’t the kind of girl who got unnerved. She’d just have to ignore
the little coil of something unmentionable that slithered through
the lower - very lower - regions of her stomach. The cream she’d
had that morning must have been bordering on sour.
Placing one
hand on her ample hip, she took a deep breath, pleased when Tim’s
pupils dilated a little as her breasts swelled against the low
neckline of her bodice.
“Like what you
see?” she retorted brazenly.
His gaze lifted
and the heat in them was almost a shock. “Show me more sometime and
I’ll let you know.”
Good
grief. “Is that an invitation?” No way was she backing
down.
“Unless you
want to -”
“Right.” Mike
stepped in-between them, grabbing the last iced coffee from her
hand while shoving Tim back unceremoniously. “Thanks for the
coffee, Maddy. It’s a bit hot out here-”
“In more ways
than one,” Tim interjected from behind Mike.
“And I think
Cindy needs to go indoors.” Mike frowned down at her. “Now.”
Cindy’s mouth
dropped open in surprise. “But I don’t feel hot.”
“Maddy.”
Just that one
word from Mike had her friend placing a hand at her back and
steering her back the way they’d come. “It is a little warm. Hope
you get the car fixed, boys.”
“I’d like to
fix something,” Tim said. “But I don’t think it’s the car- oof !”
“Get back in
your box,” Mike growled, and he didn’t sound happy.
Cindy glanced
back over her shoulder to see Tim watching her while rubbing his
abdomen. Or rather, watching the sway of her ample bottom. His gaze
lifted to meet hers and the corner of his mouth quirked a
little.
The bastard
must have found the sight of her ample bottom humorous. That heat
she’d imagined was just that, imagined.
Maddy
practically shoved her through the door and her hand at Cindy’s
waist just kept pushing until they were both in the
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