How to Resist Prince Charming(30)

“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, no, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m sure someday we can...” Her words trailed off as their server showed up with their drinks.

Braxton, however, didn’t need her to continue. He’d already caught the gist of her answer. He looked relieved and grinned up at the waiter as if the man were his best friend.

After that little discussion, dinner progressed nicely. Relieved she’d gotten their sex talk out of the way and it hadn’t ended in a fight or tense silence, Lenna relaxed.

When their food arrived, she took a bite before grinning across the table at him. “How’s work?” she asked.

He lifted his eyes from his lasagna, looking startled. “Uh, it’s fine.” Then his gaze turned suspicious. “Why?”

Lenna rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. I was trying to make conversation.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Oh. Sorry.” Pink tinged the tops of his cheeks, making him look adorable. He cleared his throat. “Work is good,” he started again. “Actually, I’m thinking about expanding the enterprise.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Really? How so?”

His eyes brightened, making them bluer than she’d ever seen them before. She watched his face grow animated as he spoke about turning Farris Industries into an international provider, and the strangest thing happened to her. She’d just told him she didn’t want to sleep with him, and he’d agreed to keep his hands off her. But his easy agreement only seemed to make the temptation stronger. She wanted to touch, nibble, and lick.

She kept remembering what he looked like with his shirt off. Little flashbacks of their night together in her apartment plagued her. She couldn’t help but recall the silken, wet pleasure of his mouth on her flesh. The snug thickness of him inside her. It made her skin tingle in every little place he’d kissed her. Whenever he lifted his glass to take a drink, her gaze fell to his hand. She shivered, knowing exactly what those long, talented fingers could do.

Lenna grew aroused just sitting across from him. As he changed the subject and asked about her job hunt, sounding interested and concerned about her having no prospects, she squirmed in her chair, wanting to climb across the table and into his lap to straddle his thighs.

When they stood to leave, he set his palm on the small of her back to usher her out. His touch shot a zing straight to her loins. She couldn’t meet his gaze as she walked stiffly beside him.

She could barely breathe when they shut themselves alone inside his Land Rover. God, she just wanted to take him right there. And what was worse, he didn’t seem afflicted by the same unsettling attraction. At all!

He put the automobile into drive and glanced over. “Want to go dancing or something?” he asked, as if he were blissfully unaware how wild her hormones were currently raging.

“No,” she answered honestly.

Lord, she couldn’t dance with him. She couldn’t get that close, with her body sliding against his and her hands on—

She shivered.

Heck, no. Dancing was out of the question.

“So you want me to take you home?” he guessed, sounding depressed about that possibility.

Lenna’s shoulders slumped. “No, not really,” she admitted.

But where could they possibly go? If they went to her small, cramped apartment, they’d end up in bed. Thinking his place had to be larger with plenty of space for her to keep a safe distance away and yet still be with him, she said, “Why don’t you show me where you live?”

He swiveled his head to gape at her. “Um...yeah. Sure, we could do that. If that’s what you want.”

She nodded, and he pulled away from the curb.

When they parked in front of a fancy brownstone condo, Lenna leaned forward and looked out her window. “Wow, this is nice.”

Braxton was suspiciously quiet. He pocketed his keys and walked her to the entrance. Once he had the door open, he quickly reached around the corner to turn on a light. Then he stepped back to let her precede him inside.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Braxton followed her around to the different rooms as she gave herself a tour.

“Whoa,” was all she could think say. His home was amazing. “It’s...huge. And really clean”

Braxton shrugged. “I use a cleaning service.”

Lenna nodded and continued strolling. When she entered a room that was obviously his bedroom, she jerked to a stop in the doorway and backed out.

Dangerous territory.

Braxton sent her a small, knowing smile. Blushing, she hurried down the hall away from any glimpse of a bed.

The last room they found themselves in was the kitchen. Yes, good. Kitchens were nice, nonsexual rooms. Lenna folded her hands at her waist and took in the top-of-the-line appliances surrounding her.

Wow. This was one fancy kitchen. Everything was made of chrome and so sleekly polished, she could see her reflection staring back at her a hundredfold.

She wondered how much he actually cooked.

Stopping in front of one rather large appliance, Lenna cocked her head to the side and tried to figure out what exactly the stainless steel object was. It looked like a huge, overrated coffee machine.

“Um...” She glanced at Braxton, who leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and watched her with his hands in his pockets. “What is this thing?”