Beautiful Distraction(24)

Judging from Kellan’s grin, Mandy’s revealed all the crappy details of my failed love life and all the embarrassing, cringe-worthy incidents that came with it.

I’m all for honesty, just not to a hot guy.

Glaring at Kellan, I pray to God she’s kept her mouth shut for a change.

If she didn’t, I know I’ll have to kill her and dump her body, and I’m not sure I have the guts for it.

The only reason I’m not taking the bait and asking what exactly she said is because I really need him to leave.

“I’m making breakfast,” Kellan says casually. His gaze slides over me, from my tousled hair down to my breasts almost spilling out of my bra and the not exactly matching but comfortable panties I thought were fine for a road trip. My heavier bag is still in my car, as finding my way around this place at two a.m. didn’t seem like such a good idea. Besides, I didn’t feel like dragging the thing through the mud all by myself again, so I had no other option but to sleep in yesterday’s underwear. To my mortification, Kellan’s gaze remains glued to the way the silk panties seem to stick to my hips and ass. “How do you like your eggs?”

The question is harmless enough.

If it weren’t for the sparkle in his eyes…

Dammit.

I thought we were past that.

For some reason, the picture of eggs runs through my mind. And then it disappears and makes room for something else. I imagine myself running my fingers through his hair and pulling him on top of me, my legs wrapped around his narrow hips, his weight pinning me down as his huge cock enters me.

Our gazes meet, and something flickers in his eyes.

Awareness.

Knowledge.

Something else.

Something so deep, it travels through my abdomen and settles in a deep pull between my legs. As if sensing my sexual response to him, he starts to smile—the same, irritating grin he tossed at me during our first encounter. I don’t have to ask him what he’s thinking. He knows I’m attracted to him. I mean, what woman in her right mind with her panties in the right place wouldn’t be? And judging from his smug expression, he didn’t expect anything else from me. In fact, the way he stares at my chest suggests he isn’t averse to a bit of touching either.

His ego certainly fits the chick magnet of a car and the attitude that came with it the night we first met. The kind of attitude that comes with experience. Years of dating jerks have taught me to spot it from a mile away.

Thank God I’m immune to whatever Kellan Boyd’s charm is. Maybe he’s used to being the center of attention, but he’s most certainly not going to flicker anywhere on my radar.

“I like my eggs like you take them,” I say coolly.

He doesn’t even blink. “Can I convince you to try the bacon, too? Because you strike me as a meat person.”

And here it is again: the slightest hint of sexual innuendo accompanied by another lingering look at my chest. A tremor rides my core as I shrug, forcing myself to remain as unfazed as humanly possible. “Sure. I’d love some bacon. Make it extra greasy.”

His brow shoots up, and his face brightens just a little bit more. “I love a woman who loves to eat,” he states with what I assume is admiration, his eyes roaming over my body again. “You have a nice body. Lots to grab and hold on to.”

Wow.

Talk about direct.

I’m not even sure any woman would take ‘lots to grab’ as a compliment.

I pull the sheets up to my chin to cover up. I even throw him a venomous look for not even trying to pretend to look away, but I don’t quite succeed. “Is there anything else?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” he says and pauses. Before I can open my mouth and ask him what the hell he wants, he continues, “Yeah, before I forget. Your friend left.”

“She left?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah.” He nods. “About twenty minutes ago.”

I regard him, stunned, my heart beating frantically against my chest. Mandy just left me here—with him? “Are you joking?”

“Feel free to check her room.”

A wave of something hot sprouts somewhere inside me—not the emotional kind, but the sexy kind, the kind that crawls right under my skin and makes it tingle. “Maybe I’ll do that.” I stare at him, ready to challenge him, but Kellan just laughs.

“Okay. While you do that, make sure to be on time.”

“For what?”

“Breakfast. What else?” He winks at me. “It’ll be ready in fifteen. Feel free to put on some clothes…or not. I’d rather you didn’t anyway.” The irritating grin doesn’t leave his face as he turns around, calling over his shoulder, “By the way, I prefer my eggs hard, just like everything else about me.”