"Lee, Marylin - Dream Lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Marilyn)

He shook his head. "No," he said slowly. "I feel like we've met, but we couldn't have. I wouldn't have forgotten you if we had."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. You're rather ... unforgettable."
"Well, we have met and you had no problem forgetting me."
"When? Where?"
More than one man had been turned off by her line of work. She didn't know enough about Reed Daniels to know if he'd be one of them. She decided not to take any chances.
She shook her head and asked the question uppermost in her mind. "Did you think of me?"
"Day and night," he said with so much feeling that she felt warm all over. "And you? Did you think of me?"
She nodded silently, aware of a sense of eager anticipation washing over her.
He smiled and slipped an arm around her waist. He drew her lower body into close, intimate contact with his. "Good, because you've bewitched me," he said softly.
She thrilled to the telltale bulge in his jeans. Leaning into him, she slipped a hand between their bodies to palm the bulge. Encouraged by his soft groan of pleasure, she pressed a hungry kiss against his honey sweet lips, then stared up at him in wonderment. What was it about this man that allowed her to feel so comfortably shameless with him?
They heard footsteps and quickly separated. Moments later, several people squeezed passed them, throwing curious looks their way.
You're doing it again, Jade. Behaving like a brazen hussy with a one-track mind. Leading straight to his bed. What was it her mother used to say? Act like trash with a man and be treated like trash?
"I'd better go," she said abruptly and turned away.
He fell into step beside her. "Where are you parked?"
She pointed to a late model Ford Contour parked a couple of feet away under a night lamp.
"So tell me, Jade, are you in love with or seeing anyone in particular?"
"Why?"
"Because I would very much like to take you out."
She felt a thrill of pleasure. "You would? Is that allowed?"
"I'm old enough not to need permission to date," he said, smiling.
She smiled, but waved her hand in dismissal. "That's not what I meant. I mean because you're my instructor."
He shrugged. "Granted, it's not an ideal situation, but there are no rules preventing it. At least none that I know of."
"Shouldn't you check to be sure?"
"No!" he said shortly. "If there are any such rules, I don't want to know about them. Besides, I'll only be your instructor for a few weeks."
He frowned suddenly, looking concerned. "You are older than you look. Aren't you?"
"Depends on how old you think I look."
"Please tell me you're at least eighteen."
The uncertainty in his voice, gave her a sense of power over him. He sounded desperate at the thought of her possibly being underage. She relaxed a little and smiled. "I don't know how old or young you think I look, but I'm twenty-five."
"Thank God!"
She laughed, but sobered quickly as he stood staring down at her, an uncertain look on his face. "I'm thirty-six. Does that seem too old to you?"
She had a feeling that nothing about him was going to be too anything. "It sounds like the perfect age for a man."
"Good. Because I'd like very much to take you out, Jade."
She ran a hand through her hair and shifted her gaze to his cheek. "You want to take me out or take me to bed?"
"Both," he admitted.
The admission, spoken in a low, husky voice recalled that day in his house. In his bed. Under his big, aroused body. The intense feelings the memory invoked frightened her. She took a step back.
"Don't worry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean I expected you to hop in bed with me tonight." He smiled suddenly. "Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. Oh, come on, that was a joke."
She flashed him an uncertain smile. "Oh."
"Are you involved with anyone?"
"No."
"Then will you come out with me?"
She bought her gaze back to his. "Yes. I would very much like to go out with you."
He smiled at her and she smiled back, her heart beating even faster. "Good. And would you like to go to bed with me again?"
"Yes," she murmured. "Oh, yes."

Chapter Three
He lifted her clenched fist to his mouth and brushed his lips across her knuckles. "Who are you?"
"I'm your cleaning lady," she blurted out. The look on his face had her biting her lip. She sighed. "I know that look. Finding out I clean houses for a living usually turns guys ... men off."
"Does it?"
"Yes. Men - especially professional ones - like professional women. They don't like to think about their women cleaning other people's houses for a living."