Nan Dixon - Undercover With The Heiress

She moved closer, swinging her hips. “I’m bored. I don’t suppose you know of any nightclubs or someplace we could have some fun?”

She set her hand on his chest. His muscles bunched under her fingers. She smoothed her hand up to his shoulder. Nice.

“I don’t have fun.” He caught her hand and pushed it away.

She stumbled into his body and looked up into his icy blue eyes.

His gaze flicked down to her lips and stayed there.

Her stomach fluttered. The hum of attraction was so much nicer than wallowing about having to work for Gray. She licked her upper lip. His nostrils flared. She stood on her toes so he wouldn’t have to bend too low to kiss her.

He stepped back. “Stop.”

Kaden was rejecting her? A handyman? She wanted to curl into a ball and hide. Instead, she whispered, “Stop?”

“I’m not here to entertain you.” He set a heavy hand on her shoulder, keeping her from moving closer.

“But we could... You’re a long way from Atlanta. Don’t you want...” Me? She never stumbled and stammered.

“It’s late and I need to...rest.”

He was making excuses? This couldn’t be happening. A handyman!

“No one ignores me,” she whispered. Louder, she snapped, “Just...just...stay out of my way.”

He pointed at her. “You’ve got it.”

A man had never looked at her with that kind of...animosity. The bushes rustled as he stomped away.

She slumped against the nearby palm tree. Why was her life out of control? She’d been ready to kiss him, and he’d shut her down.

The jerk! No man did that. Not to her. Somehow, she would figure out how to bring Mr. Kaden Farrell to heel.

And then she would treat him like the dog he was.

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