ajar. You said you needed to approve any expense over thirty dollars and I forgot to tell you earlier that I think you’re going to have to replace all the bathtub and kitchen faucets in Keisha’s apartment.”
Instead of responding to her comments, Michael said, “What do you know about keys?”
She blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
“Keys. What do you know about them?”
“That they unlock things. Why? Is someone having a problem with their locks?”
“What about a key like this?” Michael opened the Rom box and held out the silver key to her.
Brett suddenly felt as if she were on a merry-go-round going at 78 rpm. She was so dizzy she couldn’t stand straight. Putting out her hand, she reached for something to hold her upright, but found nothing but air—until Michael caught her in his arms.
The power of his embrace was both humbling and exhilarating. The world slipped away as she gazed into his eyes. He looked as dazed as she felt. Then passionate hunger replaced surprise. Seconds later he bent his head, slowly lowering his lips to brush hers.
What began as a soft inquisition was soon transformed into a fervent exploration as Michael claimed her mouth with bewitching kisses, urgently coaxing her lips apart. The beguiling thrust of his tongue made her weak at the knees.
Brett could feel his heart pounding beneath her hand, which she’d rested against his chest. Her fingers clutched his shirt at the wickedly pleasurable things he was doing to her. This was more than a kiss. It was a complete seduction of the senses.
The sound of metal clanging on the wooden floor echoed in her head, sounding as if she were standing inside the ringing Liberty Bell. Startled, she pulled away. “What was that?”
“I have no idea,” he said, his voice raspy.
She had the feeling he was referring to what had just happened between them. He might not have any idea, but she sure did. Brett was panicked that she was falling for him. No wonder Keisha had said oh-oh. It was as plain as the freckles on Brett’s nose that there was no hope for a woman like her with a man like him. So what if he’d kissed her? After all, she’d practically thrown herself at the poor man.
She stood frozen as he calmly picked up the silver key that had fallen on the floor and started talking about it-as if the mind-blowing kiss they’d just shared hadn’t happened.
Taking her cue from him, she bit her bottom lip and forced herself to concentrate on his words, trying to match his look of unconcern.
“This key came in that box I got—the one that arrived the same day you did.”
Great, she thought to herself. Now he made her sound like a package he’d received in the mail.
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