Billionaire Bachelors 10 ; Holiday Treasure(25)

All she knew for sure was that Tanner was the first man in ages who had set off a spark inside of her, and she wanted to see where that spark might lead. But she wasn't sure she'd ever have the courage to admit that to him.

With a long-suffering sigh, she pushed away from the mirror and got dressed. She would have to face this man at some point soon. She couldn't hide in her bathroom forever, though the idea wasn't unappealing right now.

When she finally opened the door, a pleasant smell drifted toward her and she followed her nose to the tiny kitchen. She was in shock when she found Tanner standing at her stove with a towel tucked into the front of his jeans and a spatula in hand. 

"Hope you're hungry, 'cause I sure am," he said as he flipped a piece of French toast in the frying pan.

"You're cooking?" she said stupidly. Obviously he was.

"I didn't think you would mind. I brought over the stuff from my place, so you're not out any food."

"You brought food over?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say? With only minor variations, of course." He stopped what he was doing and turned to face her.

"I … uh … "

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a master chef and you're impressed," he said with a big grin.

She paused for another moment before an answering grin broke out on her face. "I actually am impressed," she said before pulling down two plates from her cupboard and setting them at her little table.

"Wow. Didn't expect you to admit that," he told her with a cheesy smile.

"I call it how I see it." Kyla's confusion was evaporating, though she wasn't sure why. She placed the syrup and butter on the table and waited for him to bring the food over.

Why was she spending so much time analyzing this? Hadn't he said he wouldn't be at these apartments very long? Didn't that mean that she really had nothing to risk by flirting with him, by just enjoying his company?

Even if she did end up getting a little attached to the man, he would leave just as quickly as he'd appeared in her life. She didn't yet know if she was willing to sleep with him, but a bit of harmless banter didn't hurt anyone, right?

She took her first bite and then had to gush. "Oh my goodness, this is great. How did you come up with it?"

"This French toast is a sworn secret. There's no way I could divulge the recipe."

"I have ways of making you talk, Tanner."

"By all means, make me," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"This stuff is good enough that I just might try." She didn't even know who she was as she continued flirting with Tanner so shamelessly. She also didn't care. It just felt right.

The two of them finished their meal, and then she insisted on washing the few dishes involved before they left her apartment.

When they entered the street and began strolling along, Kyla was a little bit afraid at the comfortableness she now felt with Tanner. This was certainly a routine she could get used to. When his hand reached for hers and she accepted the twining of their fingers, her heart started to flutter.

Maybe now was the time to worry about getting attached to him. She could certainly feel something when she was with this man, something much more potent than she wanted to admit to.

But for now, she didn't have the time to worry about it. Maybe she would tomorrow. Or maybe the day after tomorrow.

Chapter Fifteen

Yeah, you've got that something …

That was it! He must be in a freaking time slip, thrown back decades to a silly period when even four grown men sang stupid songs about holding hands.

The whole thing was just weird. He'd started to walk Kyla to and from the mall over the past few days - what if she was followed again? That was a good excuse, wasn't it? And each day, dammit, he took her fingers with his, and his thumb rubbed against her satin skin, and he felt as if he never wanted to let go. What in the hell was he thinking?

This was a new one for him. Who held hands anymore, except maybe old married people? What was the point? Okay, there was a pulse nearby, so maybe if you pushed at it cleverly, it would serve some automotive function and send a babe you wanted into overdrive. He'd have to check that out on the Web.

But sex hadn't been what he was thinking when he lost his hand-holding virginity as a grown man in his thirties. For some reason, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from their joined fingers, and couldn't ignore how right it felt.




 

 

This woman - a woman, he reminded himself, whom he'd known for a couple of weeks - was starting to dominate his thoughts, even in his sleep. She was quickly getting underneath his skin, and, oddly enough, that didn't terrify him as much as it should.

He should have been running from her as fast as he could, but instead, he found himself seeking her out, offering his help, and enjoying nothing more than her company. So far, all she'd allowed him to do was kiss her.