Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(31)

A power thing?


A fear thing?


A little dick thing?


She’d find out tonight.


Tell held a bouquet of flowers behind his back as he knocked on Georgia’s door. He heard the locks disengage and the door swung open.


“And of course you’re right on time,” she said.


He couldn’t make his mouth work. She was breathtaking. Not because of her clothes, although her hippie-type blouse, flouncy miniskirt and high heels made her look even more like sex on legs, but because a kind of ethereal glow emanated from her.


You are a sucky poet, McKay. Do not share that lame-ass you glow, baby observation with her.


“Tell?”


His gaze met hers. “Damn, woman, you look fantastic.” He remembered the flowers and handed them over. “For you.”


“Thanks. Come in while I put these in water.” She started down a hallway and disappeared around the corner.


Tell rested against the doorjamb into the living room and checked it out. Not at all what he’d imagined. The space was bland: white walls, beige-colored furniture. No pictures or books or personal items of any kind. Her couch wasn’t overloaded with those annoying throw pillows most women were so crazy about. No newspapers, magazines or TV remote on the coffee table. The space looked as if it’d never been used. As if it was just for show.


Weird. True, she’d just moved in a few weeks ago, but he didn’t see any boxes stacked around, waiting to be unpacked. After he’d moved in to Brandt and Jessie’s old place, he’d made the place his own, right away.


His subconscious snickered. Putting in a seventy-two-inch TV didn’t exactly make him Martha freakin’ Stewart.


Georgia sashayed toward him, her heels clacking on the wooden floor. She set the flowers on the coffee table. Then she grabbed her purse and smiled. “Where are we going?”


“Up to you. If you want steak, the Twin Pines is the best option. If you want to get out of Sundance, there are a couple more casual places in Moorcroft.”


“You choose. Just not Dewey’s. I had lunch there today.”


“Twin Pines it is.”


He opened the passenger door, figuring she’d need a boost into his pickup. When he put his hands on her hips, she twined her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Not in a chaste kiss, but a let’s strip and get wild type of kiss. Her tongue was aggressive, her body so tight against his that he felt the rapid beat of her heart.


Tell’s mind shut down to everything but the scent of her hair and the minty taste of her mouth as their tongues dueled. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, and he groaned as he squeezed those soft globes.


That’s when Georgia broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes shining with lust. “I’m an eat-dessert-first type of girl. Let’s go back inside.”


He grinned. “Nice try. We are eating food first. Then we’ll see about dessert.”


Georgia was quiet on the drive to the supper club.


She wasn’t overly chatting during their salads either.


Maybe that’s because your date has been interrupted half a dozen times by former female conquests.


Tell hadn’t encouraged the interlopers, but he hadn’t discouraged them either. He’d wondered if Georgia would mention it.


“So if the number of women who’ve dropped by to say hello are any indication, you’ve dated a lot of women.”


Guess she wasn’t the type to let it slide. Tell sipped his beer. “The word dated works better than some other words that come to mind.”


“Meaning, you’ve slept with a lot of women.”


“I guess.”


His answer seemed to annoy her. But she didn’t ask him to define a lot.


“Why? You worried I have herpes or VD or something?”


“No.” She stabbed her lettuce, then shoved the fork in her mouth, chewing angrily.


“Georgia, you want to tell me what’s goin’ on?”


She wiped her mouth. “I needed fertilizer yesterday, so I went to the hardware store. It appears your plan of convincing everyone in town that we’re a couple is working.”


“And that’s bad…how?”


“Evidently the store clerk has been on the receiving end of your sexpertise and she high-fived me.”


When Tell shifted in his seat but didn’t answer, Georgia added, “I didn’t catch her name, but then again, maybe you don’t remember it either? Rumor is that’s a major problem with you.”


That was a low blow. Or was it, since it was true?


Then she gestured to the space surrounding them. “Did you pick Twin Pines because you knew there’d be a bevy of women hovering around? So I could see how much sexy-man, town-stud Tell McKay is in demand these days?”


“Georgia. You’ve got it wrong.”


“Do I? Want to know what else I heard today at Dewey’s? From my waitress? Because evidently she’s another one of your conquests. And I got an earful from her.”


Oh f*ck.