night, and that made her blush like the devil.
âI shouldâve told you to jab me and I wouldâve turned over,â he said. âI usually only snore when Iâm on my back.â
He had been on his back, giving Alisha the opportunity to study all the little detailsâfrom his solid chest, which was covered in a thatch of hair that thinned into a stream runningdown his belly, and below that⦠Well, that was the stuff female fantasies were made of. âYou werenât that loud. It sounded kind of like a purr.â
âA purr? I sure as hell donât purr.â
âIâm so sorry. I certainly didnât mean to wound your macho pride.â
âIâm definitely wounded. Those scratches look pretty bad this morning.â
âYouâre not going to let me forget that, are you?â
âI will as long as you promise me youâll wake me before you leave the next time.â
Next time? âActually I did try to get you up before I left.â
âI said wake me up. Believe me, you did get me up. â
Her face fired up, right on cue. âThatâs not what I meant. I shook your shoulder. I swear, I donât think a grenade would have roused you. Anyway, I needed to get home and get some work done.â
âItâs a holiday, Alisha. You should take the day off.â
She slid the reduced-calorie TV dinner into the microwave, stirred the good-luck black-eyed peas simmering on the stove and prepared to tell a little fib. âActually Iâm supposed to have dinner with friends, maybe watch a bowl game or two.â
âYou like football?â He said it with typical male enthusiasm.
âLove it. My motherâs responsible for that. Nothing gets her more excited than the gridiron.â
âNow I know how to get you excitedâturn on the game of the week.â
He had her excited now. So much so, she jumped when the microwave signaled it was time to rotate the container. âWhat are your plans for today?â
âI was hoping to spend the day with you.â
âSorry, but I canât.â And she was sorrier sheâd lied. Earlier sheâd turned down Julieâs dinner invitation because she intended to work. Sheâd turned Daniel down because she needed time to assess where this whole thing was going.
âI canât change your mind?â he asked.
Oh, he probably could if she let him, which she wouldnât. âMaybe some other time.â A big maybe.
âIâm going to see you again, Alisha. And next time weâll do it right.â
âI didnât know we did it wrong.â
He released a throaty chuckle. âI meant right as in having dinner. An actual date. I donât want you to think that last night was only about sex.â
âIt wasnât?â
âIâd be lying if I said I donât want you back in my bed, but I would like to get to know you better outside of bed.â
âDo I need to bring out the arguments again as to why we shouldnât even consider that?â she asked.
âYou can, but Iâm not going to listen. We have no real conflict of interest at the moment and we can be discreet about it. I think we should just go for it and see where it leads.â
Probably places Alisha had never been before. In fact, sheâd taken that first step last night when sheâd gone to bed with him. Correction: gone to sofa with him. âIâll think about it, but Iâm not going to promise anything.â
âGo ahead and think about it. Iâll pick you up Monday night. We can have some dinner.â
âDaniel, Iââ
âIâm not going to take no for an answer.â
âYouâre definitely living up to your reputation. No negotiating, no settling.â
âNo holds barred when it comes to us. And this is about us, not about our jobs. We deal with our careers during the day, and that leaves the night