Люси Монро – Scorsolini Baby Scandal (страница 3)

Kiki shook her head. “Sorry. Not telling.”

He grabbed for her phone, and she pulled her arm back to keep it from him, laughing. “No. You are not reading my texts.”

One strong arm pulled her into his body, his other hand stretching for the phone. She gasped at the full-body contact. And that fast, humor was replaced by fierce sexual energy.

He bent toward her, his mouth coming perilously close to her own. “I did not bring you here for this.”

“Didn’t you?” she asked.

He shrugged, the European male answer to numerous communications. “Maybe I did, but I thought my intention was to take you to dinner.”

“Not very self-aware, are you?”

“So, you expected this?” he asked as he led her with one hand on the small of her back into a nice, but not overly large, apartment.

Curiously impersonal, the decor was what she might find in a high-end hotel.

She turned to face him, very aware of the fact that his hand remained against her, sliding to her waist as she moved instead of dropping away.

The man had no concept of personal space.

“Not when you asked me to dinner.” She’d been pretty sure, once they were alone in his apartment, that the chances of leaving it again quickly were slim, though.

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