“Your phone’s ringing.”
He hadn’t even noticed. He was hard as a rock and yep, his phone was indeed ringing, although not as loudly as they were both breathing. Pulling back, he glanced down at the ID screen just as the phone stopped ringing. He’d missed a call from Amory. He blew out a breath and met Zoe’s gaze.
“You get a lot of calls,” she said. “From women.”
He could have told her Sharon was his boss and Amory his sister, but he didn’t. For one, his equilibrium was off and he never dealt with that well. And maybe it would be best if she thought he was a player. No way would she fall for a player.
His own personal insurance policy.
He always kept his worlds all carefully compartmentalized, each division in its own little box. His family and all that went with them in one box. Work in another.
He needed a whole new box for Zoe . . .
She took a step back from him. “Not that I’m keeping track or anything,” she said. “Your life’s your life. The three W’s and all that, right?”
He suddenly wished he’d kept his mouth shut about the three W’s. “Why did you kiss me?” he asked, his voice unintentionally thick and husky.
“I was trying to figure something out.”
“Yeah? And what was that?”
She stared at him and slowly shook her head. “Never mind. My fault. I muddied the waters.” She started to walk away and then turned back. “No, you know what? This is all your fault. You and your stupid sexy smile.”
“Wait— What’s all my fault?”
She blew out a breath. “Everything!”
“Perfect,” he said. “Thanks for clearing that up for me.”
“Hmph,” she said, and vanished upstairs.
Fifteen
Zoe lectured herself through her nighttime routine. That was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid . . . Kissing him had been so stupid. Because she’d started out in perfect control but he’d wrenched that from her with ease as he’d taken over her kiss . . . God.
What had she been thinking?
Nope, scratch that. She knew exactly what she’d been thinking, that she’d needed to compare Joe’s perfectly nice—and very short—kiss to Parker’s perfectly not-nice kiss. Granted, Parker’s kisses were a lot of things—panty-melting, heart-attack-inducing, sensually charged among them—but “nice” wasn’t one of them.
And she’d been very glad for that.
She went straight to bed and lay there, absolutely refusing to relive the feeling of being in Parker’s arms or having his mouth on hers. She was over that and over him.
She was trying so hard to get that life she wanted, and it didn’t include falling for the likes of the mysterious Parker James—a man she couldn’t read, couldn’t boss around, couldn’t walk all over.
Couldn’t anything.
Well, except kiss him, as it turned out. She seemed to manage that feat just fine.
But he wasn’t for the likes of her. His job was dark, his life was dark, and in spite of all the things he’d told her she was pretty sure he had a few more secrets up his sleeve. But one thing that wasn’t a secret was that he would leave. He’d walk away and go off to his next adventure, and she didn’t see him looking back.
Which was fine. Totally fine. It just meant she needed to move on, too, because otherwise he was dangerous to her mental health. The three W’s were one thing when she didn’t care so much.
But not so good when she did.
And she did . . .
She purposely turned her mind to other things. The date tonight with Joe had been both enlightening and interesting.
He’d told her he was going to buy the FBO from the parent company and wanted to know if she wanted in. He wanted her as a business partner.
She’d have to buy in and that would take more loans, but she’d have a stake in the business, one that was profitable right now and by all indications planning on staying that way.