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tenting out from under his shorts. Cross didn’t seem to care. In
fact, he appeared to enjoy the attention. One woman’s jaw dropped,
and she was in no hurry to pick it up off the floor. If she could
have, she’d probably have ripped the red shorts off Cross’s hips.
He looked back once more as I propped myself up on my elbows, and
he winked.
    My insides
twisted with happiness and I bit my lip. I knew I was totally
smitten with Tristan Cross.

CHAPTER 5
     
    Expecting a
cab, I peeked out my window every few seconds. Laura had left for
work already and I was glad. Giving her another excuse about why I
hadn’t applied to Cross Enterprises, to cover up my mother’s past
and her need to stay safe would wear off soon, and she’d suspect
there was more to my stories. My inquisitive friend would grill me
for hours, but I couldn’t go into the details of my mother’s
safety. Five minutes before seven, a silver Bentley pulled up in
front of my apartment, and I couldn’t believe it when Cross stepped
out and did his sexy stroll toward my door.
    “Shit!” I
rushed to the front, quickly adjusting my sweater and capris. I
hadn’t thought he’d personally drive me to the airport! Pulling on
the handle, I opened the door before he got a chance to knock.
    Holy
fuck! He looked amazing. The light dress pants and a polo shirt
underneath a jacket suited him even better than the casual jeans.
His light brown hair, still a bit damp, smelled of fresh shampoo.
Cross sported a mysterious grin that lifted the scar on his lip.
The dimple sunk in deeper than it had yesterday, and I wondered
what he was hiding.
    “Good morning.
All ready for our trip?” he asked.
    “Our
trip?”
    “I have some
last minute business to tend to, so this works out well for the
both of us.” He took my suitcase and lifted it like it was a
handbag.
    Last minute,
right!
    His chiseled
face held a hint of worry, and I noted his body seemed wary of
mine. Darker circles underlined his eyes. Cross kept his distance
this morning. I took a whiff to make sure my deodorant hadn’t
failed me.
    “Didn’t sleep
well last night?” I asked, following him to the Bentley.
    “No.” He shook
his head. “You kept me up most of the night.”
    “Huh?”
    After placing
my suitcase in the trunk, he opened the passenger door, and I
climbed into the leather seat. The air-conditioned interior felt
like I’d just stepped into a fridge. Shivers ran up my arms and
goose bumps covered my thighs. Cross closed the door behind him,
and turned my way. His gaze penetrated my whole body, and suddenly
I felt like I could sweat buckets. Is this how women in
menopause feel? I wondered.
    He took a deep
breath of courage and then exhaled, saying, “I should have done
this yesterday. If I don’t taste your lips, I won’t get any work
done.”
    I couldn’t
even reply. In an instant, my words were muffled by his mouth, and
everything inside me shut down. My body went limp, melting into the
seat as my arms flopped at my sides. His hands cupped my face, the
pads of his thumbs caressing my cheeks back and forth as his tongue
spread my lips, sliding into my willing mouth. He explored inside
me, tending to every nook. The longing of his soft kiss pulsed
through my whole body, and I forgot who I was and where I was. I
had no strength to resist him. I could no longer deny Cross and
responded to him, opening my mouth wider, letting my tongue dance
with his. A hint of scotch flowed to me as he lingered around my
gums and moaned deep inside me. If I had ten tequila shots, all at
once, I doubted they’d knock me off my feet as hard as Cross had.
The world spun, the car spun, and when he finally pulled away, I
couldn’t believe what had happened and how much his kiss awakened
the woman inside me.
    “You taste
much better than I imagined,” he said into my lips, leaning his
forehead against mine.
    I finally let
out the long held breath and asked, “Imagined?”
    “I wondered
about your lips