A look in to “Country Fever”

This is part of Chapter Three….Happy Reading!

 

 

He removed his sunglasses, then his hat. He hung up that on the poor coat rack I’d nearly demolished.

“Paul and I were roommates.”

Oh, dear god, Paul had to be laughing from above about this.

“What do you mean roommates?”

Sean looked me in the eyes and grinned a devilish grin. “Friends, who live together.”

“So that means…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. My words fell away.

“Yep, we’re roommates. Sorry for not telling you back in town, but your day was already rocky, and I didn’t want me suffering the same fate as the computer.” He smiled sheepishly. “I hope you don’t hate me.”

“No.” My voice was weak. “May I have a seat?” I gestured toward the leather couch.

“Of course.”

I walked over and sat. Today was a day from hell. Not that having a hot guy as a roommate was bad. I’d have no complaints about watching him stroll around the house in his boxers…or briefs.

“Kathleen?”

“Huh?” How long had I zoned out?

“Want me to carry your bags in?”

“That’s all right. I’ll get them.” He frowned. “Something wrong with that?”

“Well, honestly, yes.” He sat next to me. “You’re a lady and I’m a gentleman. There are certain things a gentleman should do, like carry a lady’s bags for her.”

“I have hands. How do you think they got into my car?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I have no doubts of your capabilities, and if I had been there, you wouldn’t have loaded your bags.”

“Well, I did, so I can unload them.”

He shook his head. “I’m going to show you Southern hospitality. Not all men are spineless.” He appeared dead serious.

“We can unload them together.” I smirked, thinking victory was mine.

“Kathleen,” he said low, making me tremble. He leaned into me. “I have handcuffs.” Oh, my, yes, please handcuff me and have your way with me, sheriff. The thought of him naked and against me made my blood boil. I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m not afraid to use them to get my way.”

God, sign me up for that ride. I felt a throb between my legs. I hadn’t been with a man in years, six years to be exact. If Mr. Sheriff wasn’t careful, he’d find himself naked and handcuffed to the nearest bed.

“You play dirty, sheriff.” My voice was low and broken.

“What can I say? I like to win.”

I faced him. We were a few inches from each other. I turned my body toward him, my legs now touching his. He sat there speechless.

“Fighting dirty can get you into a lot of trouble, sheriff.” Opening my mouth anymore was going to get me into trouble. I hadn’t expected to meet Mr. Yummy pants. What would any other woman in my shoes do?

“Is that so?” He grinned his devilish grin.

“Quite so, because I too can fight dirty.”

The look in his eyes changed. It went from seductive to predator. I’d seen that look on lions’ faces before they pounced on a gazelle on the Discovery channel.

“Fighting dirty with me can get you into a lot of trouble, Kathleen.”

My name off his lips made me throb more. This man had my blood flowing.

“Looks as if we’re both bound for playing dirty and trouble.”

He shifted slightly, and I lowered my gaze to his pants. Good, I had the same effect on him as he did me. I brought my gaze back to his.

“Trouble can be fun.”

“A lot of fun.” He leaned in closer. Every part of my body yearned for him. “I should be ashamed of myself.” His voice was low and raspy.

“Are you?”

“No.”