out?”
“I didn’t think about it one way or the other.”
“Liar,” he whispered, his eyes delving deep into hers.
Kaylee’s breath stuck in her throat and for a moment she was indeed rattled.
“So how ’bout the truth?”
“Actually it’s none of your business,” she said without taking her eyes off him.
“What if I chose to make it my business?”
“Why would you do a fool thing like that?”
“Maybe because I find you damned attractive.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Give me a chance and I’ll prove it.”
Her heart was going haywire. “How?”
“Have lunch with me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Chicken.”
Her head bowed back. “It’s going to take more than lunch to convince me.”
“If that’s a challenge, then I’m more than up to it.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Did anyone ever tell you you talk too much?”
“Yes, but—”
His lips stopped her flow of words.
Nine
It was a hard but passionless kiss.
Yet when Cutler pulled his lips away, she couldn’t utter a word. She was too stunned. She couldn’t even think about addressing anything else she felt. Not now, not with him still standing much too close.
She glared at him. “Why did you do that?” She wouldn’t have him feeling sorry for her.
“It was the only way I could figure out to shut you up.” He paused. “And I wanted to kiss you.”
His tone deepened and sent chills down her spine. That made her even madder. If he was going to kiss her, she wanted it to be because he felt passion.
“That wasn’t fair.”
His lips twitched. “I know.”
“Which says you don’t play by the rules.” She heard the unsteady edge to her voice, increasing her anger.
“My rules, maybe.”
His lips then spread into a full-fledged smile, which sent her further down that slippery slope.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“I never said I’d go to lunch with you.”
He paused, his hand on her arm, once again staring into her eyes. “You never said you wouldn’t either.”
She knew she’d regret what she was about to do. Nonetheless, she nodded and preceded him out the door.
“I like to see a woman eat.”
“Then you’re not disappointed.”
Cutler smiled. “You got that right.”
Kaylee diverted her gaze in order to keep from staring into the depths of his incredible blue eyes. Already she suspected they saw far too much. Her soul was private, and she aimed to keep it that way, no matter how attracted she was to him.
“I thought you’d enjoy this place, and I was right.”
“My steak was cooked to perfection.”
“Mine, too. But then it’s hard to beat pasta and steak as a combo.”
Kaylee took a breath, then pushed her plate aside. He followed suit, and immediately their waiter appeared and whisked their plates away.
“How ’bout another glass of wine?” Cutler asked.
“I’ll have a cup of decaf coffee instead.”
When silence fell between them, Kaylee perused the restaurant. It specialized in Italian cuisine, which was one of her favorites. They were seated in what she suspected was the garden room with soft music and live plants surrounding them.
Kaylee tried to relax, to enjoy the company of a sexy, charismatic man, something she had only dreamed about. He was dressed in a white mock turtleneck and black jeans that perfectly outlined his hard body.
Maybe that was one of the reasons she couldn’t relax. He looked big, broad and sexy. And he smelled good, too. All were powerful aphrodisiacs.
The fact that she’d agreed to share lunch with him and the kiss they had shared were too much for her unadventuresome mind to handle.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Cutler said in an almost musing tone.
“Sorry.”
One side of his mouth quirked. “No need to apologize.”
“Why did you ask me to lunch?” Once she’d asked the blunt question, Kaylee regretted it. But there was no way to retract her words.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at her with a strange glint in his eyes. “Why not?”
“That’s just like a politician to answer a question with a question.”
He chuckled.
“I asked first.”
He thought for another long second, then said, “Why can’t you accept the fact that I wanted to be with you?”
“Ah, another question.” Kaylee forced a smile. “We’re not making much progress.”
“Sure we are. We’re talking.”
“That we are,” she responded, watching his mouth take on a sensual curve. She averted her gaze.
“Kaylee, look at me.”
His husky voice did nothing to calm her frayed nerves. She had to get a grip on herself or she wouldn’t make it through the remainder of the meal without making a complete fool of herself. Their conversation was getting far too personal, thanks to her.
“Kaylee,” he repeated.
She responded to the soft steel in his tone.
“What?”
