The Mane Event. Shelly Laurenston
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Название: The Mane Event
Автор: Shelly Laurenston
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Исторические приключения
isbn: 9780758248800
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“Don’t blame me, hoss, because she knows we’re all brain damaged.”
Dez looked down at the chocolate cake garnished with dark chocolate and wondered how she kept getting involved with such idiots.
Mace watched as Dez took her forefinger and swiped up some of the drizzle of dark chocolate sauce that decorated the plate as garnish.
She slipped her chocolate-covered finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Mace growled. He couldn’t help it. If it were a practiced move, meant to tantalize, he wouldn’t have even noticed. But Dez did it because she clearly liked dark chocolate and was slightly tacky.
She frowned and smiled at the same time. “Did you…growl at me?”
“Sorry. Couldn’t be helped.”
“No reason to apologize. I’ve just never had a man growl at me before.”
“You just weren’t listening,” both Mace and Smitty said at the same time.
Dez shook her head as she and Mace picked up their forks. “You two are such boneheads.”
Smitty watched Dez for a second, then leaned forward. “Do you mind if I ask you a question, darlin’?”
“Only if you stop calling me darlin’.”
“Now where I come from that’s a term of endearment.”
“Really? Well, where I come from motherfucker is a term of endearment. Want me to start calling you that?”
Mace almost spit his cake out, but now he knew Smitty was pissed.
“All right then, Dez. Mind if I ask you a question?”
“Ask away,” she happily offered as she ate a bite of cake.
“You’ve never had great sex, have you?”
Swallowing her cake and damn near choking on it, “That ain’t no question, Smith.”
Well, hello Bronx accent. Welcome back!
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Uh-oh. Smitty being sarcastic—not good. “I can phrase that in the form of a question if ya like. Have you ever had great sex?”
Dez leaned back in her chair, her arms crossing in front of her. She leveled that gray-green gaze in Mace’s direction. “You’re not going to help me out here, are you?”
“I could help you out, but I don’t think that’s what you mean.”
“I’m still waitin’,” Smitty pushed. Mace didn’t know what his friend was up to, but he couldn’t wait to find out, and to see if Dez punched him. The girl he used to know had a mean right hook; he could only imagine what this woman had in her arsenal.
“Well…I…uh…”
“Well-I-uh what?”
“Hey! I’m thinkin’!”
“If you have to think about it, darlin’, you haven’t had great sex.”
“What exactly is the point of this conversation?”
“Simply pointing out a fact.” With that, Smitty got up and disappeared again.
Now it seemed to be Dez’s turn to growl. “Okay, now I’m starting to hate him.”
Mace grinned. He was so okay with that.
Dez’s face burned. She could probably fry an egg on it. How had this evening gone so terribly wrong so goddamn quickly? She’d lost control. Again! She never lost control. Whether during an interrogation or a perp walk or a tactical maneuver, Dez MacDermot never lost control. But with Mace staring at her and his country bumpkin friend twisting her words around, she felt like she dangled off a building without a bungee cord.
She’d already regressed to her old nervous habit of running her damn hands through her hair, saying the word ain’t in a sentence where she wasn’t mocking someone, and getting that damn accent back. Maybe Missy Llewellyn was right. She would always be that Bronx girl, no matter what she did.
“Dez. Look at me.”
“No.” Absolutely, unequivocally, kill-herself-first no.
“Desiree. Look at me.”
Clenching her hands into tight fists, Dez raised her head and froze, trapped in that gold gaze. Trapped there as if the man had put shackles on her wrists and sat on her. Dez had no idea how long they were staring at each other. She felt Mace sliding through her body. Touching everywhere. Making himself quite at home. She couldn’t look away and she didn’t want to.
He didn’t say anything to her. He really didn’t have to. He said it all in those beautiful eyes of his. He wanted her. Would do anything necessary to get her. And, if she let him, he’d give her more than great sex. He’d give her never-able-to-walk-straight-again sex. The kind where she’d lose her soul.
Finally, Mace motioned for the check, but his eyes never left her face. “Come home with me, Dez.”
On a sigh, “Okay.” Dez blinked. Helllloooo! Idiot alert! Have you lost your mind? “Uh…I mean…” Dez pinched her leg to snap herself out of it. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t do one-night stands.”
“I don’t want a one-night stand. I want us to—”
“I don’t do relationships either,” she burst out suddenly, completely cutting the man off.
Calmly, “Why?”
“Because I’m a cop. Always was. Always will be.”
“Not quite sure why that affects us.”
“It does.” She’d already been through this. Learned the hard way. Never again. “I’ve actually got somewhere to be.” Thank God.
“At eleven-fifteen at night?”
“It is the city that never sleeps.”
The check came, and she figured she needed to grab this chance to bail.
“I’d like to help with the tip.” She tossed two twenties on the table. “Thanks so much for dinner, Mace.” She stood up and walked around to his side of the table. She leaned over and kissed the top of his shaggy head. “I had a really nice time.”
“You could continue to have a nice time.”
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