Susan Connell - How To Succeed At Love

“I don’t? We’ll see about that,” he said, his devilish grin sending a pleasurable tickle straight up her thighs and deep into her belly.

As he walked away, she forgot about looking for her pad of paper and looked at him instead. His confident stride through the maze of crowded tables reminded her of someone on his way to a podium to make a speech or accept an award. But it wasn’t tuxedo trousers pulling snugly across his behind, it was dark indigo denim. Those jeans were caressing his hips and thighs with the tenacity of a passionate lover. She indulged herself with an admiring sigh. Every step he took was an early Christmas gift...she had to decline!

She planted her elbows on the table then pressed her face into her hands. He was trouble. A train wreck waiting to happen smack-dab in the middle of the worst crisis of her life. She was nuts for even thinking about what it would be like to touch him like that. Besides, she knew her strengths and her limitations. No matter the circumstances, she would never be so daring as to stroke a man’s behind.

Lowering her fingers a few inches, she watched Spencer leaning against the counter as he talked to Megan. His natural charm and easygoing manner were undeniable, but so was the fact that while he obviously enjoyed the company of her girlfriends, he wasn’t out to seduce them.

But what about her? She squirmed uneasily in her chair. When it came to sexual chemistry, she wasn’t totally stupid. The first time they’d spoken on the train, she had trouble keeping her eyes off him. And he hadn’t left her alone for more than a minute during the entire journey. She sighed and looked away. Yesterday afternoon in the bedroom, he’d had a perfect opportunity to kiss her. And didn’t.

“Jade, Jade, Jade,” she whispered to herself. “When are you going to learn?”

From across the room, she heard his laughter—genuine, strong and compelling. Looking up, she saw he’d moved behind the counter with Megan who was teaching him how to work the cappuccino machine.

Jade drummed her fingers on her chin as she watched him carefully following Megan’s instructions. More research for the novel he was writing? Maybe that was the explanation for everything—irritating or otherwise—that Spencer did and didn’t do.

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