Marie Harte - Closing the Deal

He changed the subject to the meal, pointing out all of her favorite things. The wine, the food, the salad dressing. Impressed he’d done his research, she relaxed and found herself enjoying the conversation. They spent the rest of the meal talking about Gage and Hailey, a neutral enough subject considering how much they both cared for the pair.

After dinner, Derrick wouldn’t let her clear a plate or lift a finger, and for once, Sydney didn’t push. He wanted to make it up to her? Fine. She’d enjoyed dinner. Maybe she’d have a bit of coffee, since she smelled it brewing. And then she’d head home to a lonely house and no doubt dream about Derrick.

“Why don’t you go to the couch? I’ll finish with these.” He cleaned up a few more plates. He’d pushed up his sleeves, exposing strong, corded forearms. Dear Lord. It felt too hot all of a sudden.

She gratefully went into the living room and sat on his leather sectional. Taking the heels from her feet, she propped her legs up on an ottoman and let her head fall back. What a day.

She’d spent her morning wrangling with a broker and had a long conference with Lena about how to market their services to more clientele. Then a search around a few newer neighborhoods for Brian, topped off by an afternoon convincing the Miller couple they’d found the perfect house—and for five grand under the asking price, even. She’d nailed the sale. It had been a decent commission for her, and a terrific feeling that she’d made the young couple very happy. And then Hailey had shown up with Derrick.

Large hands on her feet shocked a gasp out of her.

“Shh, easy. I promise not to fondle more than your feet unless you ask.”

“Jerk.”

He smirked at her and rubbed her soles, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped. “Your shoes are sexy as hell, but obviously they hurt.”

“The price of beauty.” She moaned again. Under shuttered lids, she watched him.

He sat on the ottoman next to the one she’d claimed, his gaze fixed intently on her feet. His calloused hands were warm, firm and sent bolts of pleasure from her heels and arches to every cell in her body.

Though she’d tried to resist, she could feel herself growing wet.

She shifted on the seat and tried to scoot back, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Uh-uh. I’m still apologizing. Let me.”

Now feeling a little silly that she’d blamed him for Brittney’s bad behavior, she tugged again.

“Be still.”

The gravelly command eased a groan out of her. “Then stop being so sexy.”

He paused.

Her cheeks blazed with heat. God, what a moron. Had she said that out loud? No more wine for her tonight.

His low chuckle eased her nerves. “Good to know you don’t see me as a jerk anymore.”

“Who said?” She tried to shrug off her gaff. “Jerks can be sexy.”

“Now, Sydney. Let’s not be mean.” To her shock, his hands left her foot and continued up her calf.

The touch felt better than good. Nothing about the caress was sexual, yet her nipples were harder than nails and her panties would need a good washing.

“I swear, I’m not going any higher than this.”

Not even if I beg you? She cleared her throat. “Good to know.” Damn. That sounded a lot huskier than she’d meant it to.

He smiled again but said nothing more.

He treated her other leg to the same gentle pressure, turning her into a pile of melted yes in minutes.

“That good?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“I think I do.” He suddenly stood, and she stared at the evidence of his erection through his jeans.

Would he make his move? Pressure her to have sex? She wasn’t sure she’d say no, and she didn’t know how to handle him. Should she be nice and say yes to reward him for good behavior? He had cooked her a terrific meal—or, at least, someone had, since it had been waiting for them when they’d arrived. He’d been an actual entertaining date. Apologetic, charming, polite. She had to check herself to keep from drooling.

And then to touch her like that… He’d drained the day’s tension out of her with his hands, while arousing her at the same time.

“Now let’s get you home, Syd.”

She blinked and let him help her stand. Like Prince Charming, he crouched down and eased her feet into her heels one at a time.

Staring down at his thick hair, she had the urge to run her fingers through it. But she didn’t. She didn’t know what to think, how to feel. What the hell?

Derrick, as good as his word, walked her out and back to Gage’s truck. He drove her to her house without needing directions. Then he walked her to the door.

He handed her a key. “Hailey made sure I had this to give to you. And she’s hoping you’re not too mad to call her tomorrow and tell her if I acted like a complete ass or not.”

She couldn’t help laughing. “At least I can get in, and my car’s here.” The silver vehicle sat in her driveway, good as new.

Derrick raised his hand. She froze. He stroked her cheek with his finger, lingering over her cheekbones and trailing over her lips. “Thanks for dinner, Sydney. It meant a lot to me.” He dropped his hand and picked up her limp one. He gave the back of her hand a chaste kiss and took a step back.

To her confusion, he was still aroused, though he seemed in no hurry to remedy the situation.

“Good night.” She waved, wondering what he’d do.

He nodded. “Good night.” Then he left.

The bastard.

“So?”

Sydney glared at her alarm clock, then at her best friend. Hailey had arrived at a god-awful early hour. And she’d invaded Sydney’s sanctum, her bedroom. The woman sat on her bed, bunching covers and exposing Sydney’s bare legs to the cold October morning.

“You’re just begging for a beating, blondie.”

“Oh, hell. Here. Now talk.” Hailey handed her a cup of hazelnut latte, by the smell of it.

Sydney inhaled, sat up and smiled. “Oh, yeah.” After a good jolt of caffeine, she managed another frown. “It’s not even ten on a Saturday morning, and here you are, all yellow-haired and perky. Can’t you engaged types go cuddle at this hour and leave your best friends alone?”

“We could, but then we’d have no idea how the date went. Well? Are you and Derrick friends again?”

Were they? Sydney didn’t know. “He acted like a perfect gentleman. Did he make the lasagna?”

“Probably. Barbara made sure her sons could cook at an early age. Well, except for Gage. I think she spoiled him.”

Sydney sighed. “Look, I’m just going to say this once. Derrick Warren is not as bad as I thought. Happy now?”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Now go away and bother someone else.” Some other frustrated, confused woman. Like… “How about Faith? What’s she up to?”

“Oh no. I’m not leaving you until I have details. Tell me.”

“Why are you being so mean to me?” Sydney whined. “Besides, of the two of us, Faith is more pathetic. Ever since she saw the light and broke it off with Dr. Sphincter—”

“That’s Pinchter,” Hailey corrected while laughing.

“Same difference. Anyway, she’s sworn off men. Personally, I’m glad she’s no longer being an idiot. Rich and handsome does not make a good man. But not dating isn’t healthy. Go infect her with your bubbly personality.”

“Not dating isn’t healthy. Neither is serial dating. You know, you and Derrick are a lot alike.”

“Shut up, Hailey.”

“You both won’t commit. He dates a ton of women—one at a time, mind you. And you won’t go out with any guy for longer than a month.”

Sydney guzzled her latte and prayed for patience. “Not true.”