Maya Banks - Sweet Seduction

Julie raised a brow and followed the direction of his gaze to where Faith's robe had gaped open at her breasts. She reached over and pulled it shut, which caused Nathan to look upward at the ceiling and Faith to grab both lapels with clenched fists.

"You wanted something?" Julie drawled.

Nathan redirected his gaze to Julie, his green eyes glittering with determination. "Hell, yeah, I want something. I want you to stop avoiding me."

He turned back to Faith, who was now decent. His eyes softened when he saw the evidence of her upset. Faith did have that kicked-puppy look going on. A guy would have to be made of stone not to go all gooey around her. But what surprised Julie was that his gaze kept going back to her, and when it did, he positively sizzled.

Very interesting, indeed.

"Faith, are you okay, honey?"

Faith smiled and kept a tight grip on her robe.

"I didn't mean to barge in. Okay, I did, but I had no idea you were here. I thought you'd gone home. Hell, that's where Gray went. . ."

Both women arched an eyebrow at that.

"Gives you time to get to the drugstore," Julie murmured. "You can come back here and pee on your stick in my bathroom."

"Yeah, uhm, I think I'll do that," Faith said as she hopped down from the table. "Give you two time to do whatever it is you're going to do."

As she moved past Nathan, he reached out to cup her elbow. "Faith, are you okay?"

She smiled and reached up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "I will be. Don't blow it this time, okay?"

He grimaced and looked beyond her to Julie as Faith left the room. With determination etched into every one of his features, he advanced toward her.

Julie swallowed, suddenly feeling like a very big fish in a very small bowl.

"Now that we're finally alone, you're going to listen to what I have to say," he said softly.

Nathan leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Julie's hips, trapping her where she sat on the massage table. Damn but the man smelled good. She actually found herself leaning more into him, her nose precariously close to the part of his shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck.

"So, uhm, what was it you wanted to say?" she asked casually.

"Date."

She raised an eyebrow in question.

"You. Me. Date. Go to dinner. Have a normal conversation. Preferably one where you'll sit through the entire meal, and I don't have to chase you down."

Her lips twitched as she battled a smile.

"A date, huh."

He nodded. "As of now, you've never given me a massage. Whatever happened in the past stays there and that includes any misunderstandings that went on in your head."

"Does that caveman approach work on all the girls?" she asked.

He blinked in confusion then stood back, running a hand over his head. "Damn it, Julie, what do you want from me? For some reason known only to you, you've decided to drive me around the bend."

"And you haven't driven me nuts over the past few months?" she asked incredulously. "I mean, come on, Nathan. What's a woman have to do?"

He closed his eyes and blew out his breath. She could swear his lips were moving in an effort to count to ten. She almost laughed out loud. Maybe she wasn't the only frustrated one here.

He moved back in, crowding her, stepping between her legs so that his heat and delicious scent enveloped her. He cupped her face in his hands and stared down at her, sincerity burning in his eyes.

"Look, can we just start over? Please? My name is Nathan Tucker and I'd love to take you out sometime. Preferably tonight. If you're available, that is."

Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled. "Okay, Nathan Tucker. I'd love to go out. Tonight is fine."

He looked suspiciously at her. "Really? Just like that?"

She nodded, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing. "Amazing what happens when you just ask, isn't it?"

"I could say the same for you," he said darkly.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and took her mouth. There was no other term for it. It wasn't a gentle kiss from someone who was unsure of his reception. It was a kiss from a man starved.

"Mmmm."

It was all she could muster as he devoured her lips. Warm and soft, his tongue delved into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, over and under and over again. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled.

He crowded in closer until she was at an angle, her face turned up to his. She put her hands down on the table to brace herself as he towered over her. Damn but the man could kiss.

When he pulled away, his breathing was ragged, and his eyes were glazed with passion. He looked totally and utterly flustered, and he didn't try to hide it behind a Mr. Cool veneer.

He fished in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and thrust it toward her. "Give me your number. I'll pick you up at seven, if that's okay."

She took the piece of paper then slid off the table, bumping against him when her feet hit the floor. He didn't back away, and for a moment she stood there, her breasts brushing against his chest. Part of her wanted to kiss him again. Hell, she wanted to throw him down on the table and have her wicked way with him, but he was going to have to work for it this time.

She sidestepped him and walked over to where a pen lay on the counter. With a hasty scribble, she wrote down her number, then walked back over to hand it to him.

"No changing your mind," he said.

It was probably meant to be a threat or an order, but it came out more as a request, a fact she found endearing. It was interesting to see this man at a disadvantage, unsure of himself.

"You be there at seven and I'll be ready," she said.

He looked like he wanted to kiss her again. He even swayed slightly in her direction. Then as if deciding against it, he turned and stalked out the way he'd come in. At the door he paused and turned around.

"I'll see you tonight."

She smiled and nodded.

As soon as he disappeared, she balled up her fist, raised her arm and pumped her elbow down in a victory exclamation.

Score one for her. Finally.

This whole owning her sexuality, going for what she wanted thing wasn't a bad idea after all. If she hadn't gone after Nathan, no matter how disastrous it had been, she wouldn't have gotten fed up and gone to Damon, which had resulted in a mind-blowing sexual fantasy come true. Now she had fantastic sex on one hand and Nathan Tucker finally coming to heel on the other.

Not bad for a day's work. Not bad at all.

Faith skulked down the aisles of the drugstore like a teenage girl after a pregnancy scare. Chastising herself for remotely caring if anyone saw her buying a damn pregnancy test, she snagged the first one she saw and turned it over to read the back.

Then she realized she'd picked up an ovulation predictor kit. With a sigh, she bent down and focused on the boxes. Her head wasn't screwed on right today. She kept remembering how Gray had looked when he'd stalked into her office.

Surely a guy who'd lost interest wouldn't look so . . . hurt. Angry. Yes, he'd been angry too, but those blue eyes she loved so much had also yielded worry and pain.

What a mess she'd made. Calling off the wedding had been an impulsive action brought on by the desire to react. A reaction to her panic and stupid hysteria. She'd love to blame it on pregnancy hormones but that would mean she was pregnant, and she didn't really need that right now.

No, she was just stupid and now she'd probably ruined everything with Gray.

She snagged the box that promised the earliest results and headed for the cashier. Thank goodness she was only minutes away from Julie's. She could use Julie's bathroom and then cry on her shoulder if necessary.

When she entered Julie's salon, Julie met her at the door and herded her back to the massage room.

"Got it?" Julie asked.

Faith held up the bag and sighed. "I'm being ridiculous, but I appreciate you letting me."

Julie smiled. "What are friends for? If they won't let you be irrational twits, who will?"

For a moment, Faith sat there, the bag crumpled in her sweaty hand. Then she looked up at Julie and shook her head. "I'm being a coward. I might as well get this over with."

"Take your time, honey. I've got no appointments."

Suddenly remembering that when she'd left Nathan had been here and now he was gone, Faith yanked her gaze back up to Julie.

"What happened with Nathan anyway? Did you toss him out?"

Julie grinned. "No, he asked me to dinner and I accepted."

"Come on, is that all?" Faith sputtered. "Details. I know I'm missing some details."

"Okay, so he kissed me senseless then asked me to dinner."

"And you said . . . ?"

"Yes, of course."

Faith sighed in relief. She loved Nathan to pieces, and as clueless as he was, he still deserved a chance.

She almost swallowed her tongue as she realized that she was hoping for Nathan what she was unwilling to grant Gray—a chance to explain himself.

Hysterical ninny. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I need to get out of here," she mumbled as she stood. "I should be home, talking to Gray."

"I agree."

Faith whirled around to see Gray standing in the doorway staring at her and Julie, those blue eyes burning. She clutched the brown bag to her chest and stood there trembling, all her courage deserting her in a wimpy rush.