Unexpectedly His(33)

He’d never manage to honor a promise to a woman like Marianne. Smart, sweet, sexy as a summer night of jazz at the Blue Note. A total surprise, the kind of woman who deserved a good man.

But not the kind of woman for him.

Nick rolled the leather chair away from his desk. Marriage. Children. He’d never wanted all that, not after witnessing the devastation of his father’s exit. But here he was, a first-rate workaholic sitting in his home office on a Wednesday afternoon thinking about making more sexy trouble with Marianne.

He’d started this charade to get a partnership, and now he was stuck with a fiancée who he was wildly attracted to and it was all he could do to keep from thinking about what would happen after his six weeks were up.

Listening to her move around his place made him wish he were a better man, a man capable of commitment. But there were no exceptions for a guy like him.

The office door creaked open, and he looked up to see Marianne standing there, her slender hand wrapped around the knob. She leaned forward, and her cleavage dipped just enough to give him a glimpse of what he’d enjoyed last night. Six weeks, six survivable weeks, he’d thought when she moved in. Now he was wondering how he’d survive when the time was up. “New dress?” he asked.

Balancing on the doorknob, she swayed forward slightly as her palm smoothed the cotton jersey over the curve of her hip. “Do you like it?”

Like it? He fucking loved it.

The tentative tone in her voice as she asked compelled his gaze upward from her hips to the half smile touching her lips. Everything about her was so unintentionally seductive. He imagined the seduction was unintentional anyway. But maybe not. Maybe his newfangled, not-so-buttoned-up fiancée was looking for a little afternoon delight. His dick twitched inside his denims. If so, he was ready to accommodate.

Nick bit back a groan. When did his prim fiancée turn into a vixen, all wrapped up in the kind of sweet floral dress that simply begged to be unraveled? Damn, he’d never been jealous of a dress before, but there was obviously a first time for everything. “I definitely like.”

“Good…okay…well…” She chewed on her lower lip, seeming to debate her next move, a move he could only dream included her lifting the skirt over her knees and wrapping those legs around him as he tutored her in the joys of up-against-the-wall sex. “Guess I’ll see you later.”

Nick shot out of his chair fast enough to leave it spinning behind him. “Wait a second. Where are you going?”

“The movies.”

In that dress?

“With a friend?” Nick hung his thumbs on the belt loops of his jeans.

Or maybe a date? Because their engagement had rules—no reneging on the timeline, no dating, no outside relationships, and no outside sex. But she had secrets. He shook his head. No, skirting the rules didn’t seem like Marianne’s style. She seemed by-the-book. Then again, she’d kept the whole cake girl thing hush-hush. And there was the matter of the smoking hot dress. He ran a hand across the stubble on his jaw as a realization smacked him in the face.#p#分页标题#e#

He was jealous. Jealous. And not only of the dress.

In an obvious stall tactic, she readjusted her glasses against the bridge of her nose. “No…not a friend.”

Nick kept his voice casual. “Because I can finish up. We can close the blackouts and watch a movie at home.” At home? Had he really said, at home? What was happening to him?

Marianne gave him the sweetest, sexiest glance from beneath her dark lashes. Damn, he could get used to that look. “Like last night?”

Reaching for the fabric belt tied neatly at her waist, he tugged her a little closer. “I can always behave…unless you’re interested in an encore,” he teased, enjoying the blush on her cheeks. “What do you say? No ticket, no sticky floors, no mouth breathers wedged into the next seat.” His tongue licking her heated skin along the way to her core.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked, untying the sweet bow. “If you don’t have another date.”

Marianne slapped his hand away and retied the bow in a double knot. “Not that I expect you to know everything about me…”

He waggled his eyebrows. “I know a helluva lot more about you after last night.”

Like the fact that she made more unabashedly sexy noises than any woman he’d ever been with. Like how much her sounds turned him on. Made him crave more.

“I volunteer as an accountant for the Lincoln Center Film Society. And God Created Woman is playing at the Francesca Beale. Normally, I’m not a fan of French cinema, but…” She wrinkled her nose, and Nick fought back the impulse to lean close and kiss away her displeasure. “But I was wondering if maybe you would like to go with me?”