make a public statement about the lodge and send a letter to those who already had bookings. Unfortunately she couldn't concentrate on anything but that kiss.
A kiss like the one they'd shared could make her reevaluate her decision to remain celibate. Judging by her swift reaction to Vaughn, it'd been too long since she'd been in any kind of relationship and she obviously needed the physical contact.
Desperately.
And only one man would do.
She and Vaughn were alone in this big house, nothing between them except the memory of that kiss. How could she not reevaluate her perspective and give herself permission to act on her desires?
True, she'd challenged herself this same way before and lost, but she'd learned her lesson and this time, she wouldn't be hurt. This was a situation of limited duration with a man she knew up front wasn't interested in anything serious. She'd only be in this small town and large house for a short time. Too short to invest her heart in Brandon Vaughn. But her body was another story.
Besides, if she didn't give herself permission to seduce Vaughn, she'd never get any work done. Taking his wary reaction into consideration, she needed to start slow. But she'd absolutely decided to go for it with Vaughn.
Her stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts, but not her work, which just wasn't flowing. Time to prepare a meal and feed the mind and the soul. She could cook for both herself and her missing housemate, who'd dropped her off and disappeared for parts unknown. Probably looking for more of that precious space he always seemed to need. She could just leave a plate warming in the oven for him later.
She decided to make use of his state-of-the-art kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets and fridge, coming up with steaks in the freezer, baking potatoes and some salvageable green stuff for a salad.
An hour later, she had both steaks defrosted, marinated and sizzling on the downdraft cook-top grill. She'd found a bottle of Merlot, and was flipping the steaks and pleasantly buzzed when Vaughn finally returned.
'Annabelle, are you here?' he called out loudly.
At the sound of his deep voice, her stomach churned with excitement. As she waited for him to stride into the kitchen, she tried to force a nonchalance she didn't feel.
He entered just as she decided the steaks were finished. She placed them on the table along with the rest of the meal before glancing up. Looking at him was a feast for the senses. Vaughn wasn't an athlete who'd let his body go to hell after retirement. On the contrary, his T-shirt, cut off at the abdomen and the sleeves, showcased well-toned muscles and tanned skin. No man should look so good.
'Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?' she asked, forcing herself to focus and answer his question. 'You insisted I not bring my car, then you took off, not to be seen again for hours.'
He had the good manners to look embarrassed. 'Sorry. I needed-'
'Space,' she finished for him.
'Right.' He shot her a sexy grin. 'So, something's cooking.' He shoved his hands into his back pockets and peered over her shoulder at the meal on the table.
'More like someone's been cooking.'
'For two.'
Caught, her face heated with embarrassment. 'I thought if I was going to be using your food, I should at least include you in the meal. Just in case you were hungry.'
Vaughn stared, surprised at the dinner on his table. He'd been a real bastard to her and she'd thought about including him anyway.
'Thanks,' he said awkwardly. He wasn't used to people doing things for him.
'You're welcome. You might as well sit. Unless you've already eaten?'
He shook his head. He'd been out in a pathetic attempt to outrun thoughts of the steamy summer kiss they'd shared.
No such luck. Seeing her again brought back hot memories of her sweet mouth and the way those luscious curves had felt pressed against him. With a groan, he settled into the chair across from her, resigned to the fact that she was with him, whether physically or emotionally, and would be until their working relationship ended.
'Wine?' she asked.
He nodded. 'Why not.'
She added to his glass, then leaned forward in her seat. 'So you've been out running.'
He ran a hand through his windblown hair. 'That obvious?'
She shrugged. 'Only to someone who's looking.' Her heavy-lidded gaze met his and held, until he couldn't mistake her meaning.
He had to laugh. 'I need to ask you something.'
'If I can ask a question in return, I'm more than happy to answer.'
He nodded. 'Are you always this direct? Sexually I mean.'
She steepled her fingers and paused in thought. 'I suppose that depends. I generally say what I think. I can't see any sense in hiding my feelings. As for what's going on between us, I'm focused on two things.'
'And those are?'
'One,' she said, raising a finger. 'I need your cooperation to fix the problems with the lodge and so far you're not giving me any, and two,' she said, raising a second finger, 'I believe in bringing things out into the open and our attraction is there whether either one of us likes it or not. So instead of letting it get in the way of work, I choose to acknowledge and deal with it, so we can move forward.'
He blinked, staring at her in amazement. 'Are you saying you got the attraction out of your system and can move on?' Because he sure as hell wasn't able to do any such thing, no matter how badly he wanted to.
'I said move
He stabbed his steak and let the fork remain. It was one thing to acknowledge the attraction, another to contemplate doing anything more about it. Moving on seemed smartest. Safest. He wasn't sure what she meant with her semantics, but she was directing the conversation and he decided to see where she was headed.
'So while we're eating, I thought we could deal with my first point and talk business.'
She'd obviously decided to drop the more heated subject and he exhaled a hard sigh of relief. The knot in his stomach eased, as did the tension lodged inside him.
He cut into the steak and began eating. 'Delicious,' he said, between bites.
'I'll let the cook know.' She spoke with laughter in her voice but he couldn't mistake the glow of pleasure in her cheeks or the warmth in her eyes at his compliment.
Just watching her, his skin flushed hot with wanting.
'Tell me about your reasons for building this lodge. I'm sure it has something to do with the kids you want to bring in for the summer. And I already know you volunteer at, the high school. So, what gives?' she prodded and not too subtly, either.
Her pointed questions froze everything that had been thawing inside him. He was drawn to her yes, but he didn't trust her. Not enough to divulge his deepest secret and thus expose his biggest fear-that no woman would ever love the real Brandon Vaughn. The man beneath the trophies, money and rings.
'I thought we were going to talk business.' He cleared his throat before continuing. 'My reasons for the lodge are personal.'
'So you say.' Leaning back in her seat, she drained the last of her drink. 'But I answered your question and you said you'd answer mine,' she reminded him.
Her eyes had glazed with the effect of the wine. Her deep vee-neck plunged a bit too low, revealing soft white skin and plump cleavage he'd give anything to taste. Her allure had never been more potent.
Too bad he was about to douse the flame. 'As I recall, I said you could ask. I never agreed to answer.'
Dismay flickered in her eyes but she covered it with a casual wave of her hand. 'You disappoint me, Vaughn.'
'I’ll have to live with that.' But he suspected it wouldn't be as easy as he claimed. He didn't like coming up short with her and he wasn't sure why.
'Just don't underestimate my determination,' she warned him. 'In the meantime, tell me more about this house.'
At least that answer he could give her.
