Call Me Irresistible (Wynette, Texas #5)(97)

His annoyance shifted to concern. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Absolutely not. Golf is the most amazing game. But then, you know that."

"You'd better have a good reason for this."

"I do. Here he is."

She shoved the phone at Spence and hoped for the best.

Spence immediately adopted an embarrassing intimacy with her father, peppering a movie critique with plumbing advice, offering the use of his private jet, and telling Jake Koranda where he should eat in L.A. Apparently her father didn't say anything to offend him because Spence was beaming when he finally handed her phone back.

Her father, however, wasn't nearly as happy. "That guy's an idiot."

"I knew you'd be impressed. Love you." Meg flipped her phone shut and gave Spence a thumbs-up. "My father doesn't usually take to people so quickly."




       
         
       
        
One look at Spence's beaming expression told her the conversation had only intensified his fixation on her. He curled his hands around her arms and began to pull her to him just as the Roustabout's door flew open and Torie, who'd finally realized they were missing, came flying out to the rescue. "Hurry up, you two. Kenny just ordered three of every dessert on the menu."

Spence didn't take his predatory eyes off Meg. "Meg and I have other plans."

"The molten lava cake?" Meg cried.

"And the spicy peach cobbler!" Torie exclaimed.

They managed to get Spence back inside, but Meg was sick of being held hostage. Fortunately, she'd insisted on driving herself, and after four bites of lava cake, she got up from the table. "It's been a long day, and I have to work tomorrow."

Dallie was immediately on his feet. "I'll walk you to your car."

Kenny shoved a beer at Spence, stopping him before he could follow. "I sure could use some business advice, Spence, and I can't think of a better man to turn to."

She made her escape.

Yesterday when she'd come out of work, she'd discovered that the Rustmobile's broken windshield had been replaced with a new one. Ted denied having done it, but she knew he was responsible. So far, nothing else of hers had been vandalized, but it wasn't over. Whoever hated her wouldn't give up, not as long as she stayed in Wynette.

When she got to the house, she found Skeet asleep in the recliner. She tiptoed past him into her bedroom. As she kicked off her sandals, the window slid open and Ted's lanky body squeezed through. Little eddies of pleasure swirled inside her. She cocked her head. "I'm sure glad we're not sneaking around anymore."

"I didn't want to talk to Skeet, and not even you can make me mad tonight."

"Sunny finally put out?"

"Even better." He grinned. "The announcement's coming tomorrow. Spence picked Wynette."

She smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Mayor." She started to hug him, then pulled back. "You do know you're making a deal with the devil."

"Spence's ego is his weakness. As long as we control that, we control the man."

"Ruthless, but true," she said. "I still can't believe all those women kept their mouths shut."

"About what?"

"Your temporary lapse of sanity at your mother's luncheon. Twenty women! Twenty-one if we count Mummy."

But he had something more pressing on his mind. "I have a P.R. firm standing by. The minute the ink's dry on the land contract, a press release is going out crowning Spence the leader of golf's green movement. I'm going to make sure he's in too deep right from the beginning to ever pull out." 

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Even as she teased him, an uneasiness came over her, a feeling that she was missing something, but she forgot about it as she began pulling at his clothes. He cooperated beautifully, and they were soon naked on her bed, the breeze from the open window falling across their skin.

This time she wasn't going to let him take over. "Close your eyes," she whispered. "Tight."

He did as she asked, and she nuzzled her way to a small, taut nipple. She dawdled there for a while, then slipped her hand between his thighs. She kissed him, cupped him, stroked.

His eyelids inched open, lids heavy. He reached for her, but she slid on top of him before he could take over. Slowly, she began guiding him into her body-a body not completely ready for such a formidable invasion. But the reluctant stretch and ache excited her.

Now his eyes were fully open. She began to pull herself down hard upon him only to feel his hands gripping her thighs, holding her back. His brow furrowed. She didn't want to see concern there. She wanted ravishment.