Bedded for His Pleasure: Bedded by a Bad Boy / In the Gardener's Bed / The Return of the Rebel. Heidi Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ the little girl had hugged him round the neck a few minutes ago and settled so easily into his arms, the trust and adoration in her eyes had made his heart hurt in a way that couldn’t be good

      Of course, the sight of Emmy’s auntie, looking gorgeous and irritated, hadn’t exactly made the emotional punch any easier to deal with.

      Jessie had been avoiding him for the last week or so, ever since that incendiary kiss of theirs in town, and he’d been more than happy to let her.

      The woman was a major complication—one he definitely didn’t need. Over the last few days, his mind had strayed to thoughts of her without warning. The minute he’d seen her again, he’d had to admit he’d missed her. The woman looked good enough to eat and, now he knew what she tasted like, it was hard to resist taking another bite.

      He heard her step into the apartment and close the door, but concentrated on washing his hands and pouring himself a long, cold glass of water.

      If Emmy’s sweet, uncomplicated affection was getting to him, it was nothing compared to the effect the kid’s auntie was having on him. And one thing was for sure, his thoughts in that direction were a lot more dangerous. He turned, appreciating the way her hips moved as she walked into the room.

      ‘Emmy’s certainly taken a shine to you,’ she murmured.

      ‘I’ve taken a shine to her, too. She’s a great kid.’ He raised his glass. ‘Do you want a glass of water? It’s all I’ve got.’

      ‘That would be nice.’

      ‘No problem.’ He pulled another glass from the cabinet above the sink and filled it. ‘Here you go.’

      She took the glass, her hand trembling as their fingers touched.

      Her eyes met his and he watched as the heat crept into her cheeks. Yep, it was going to be near on impossible to keep his hands off her now.

      Jessie took a hasty gulp of water and spluttered as the cold liquid hit the back of her throat.

      ‘You okay there, Red?’ His voice was low and intimate.

      He put his hand on her back and rubbed. She was positive she could feel the calluses on his fingers through the thin cotton of her dress and she shivered. Get a grip, woman.

      ‘I’m finished, Uncle Roe.’

      The little girl skipped back into the room, unaware of the tension that sizzled between the two adults.

      ‘All clean?’ Monroe said the words to Emmy but kept his eyes on Jessie.

      ‘Yes, look.’ Emmy held up her hands for Monroe’s inspection. Jessie released the breath she’d been holding as he turned to look at the little girl.

      ‘Good job.’

      Emmy ran up and grabbed hold of his leg. ‘Can I come back tomorrow? Can I? Can I?’

      He ruffled the little girl’s curly brown hair. ‘Sure, if you want to and your mom says it’s okay.’

      ‘We better be going, Emmy.’ Jessie reached for her niece’s hand, but the little girl continued to cling onto her uncle. ‘Lunch is already on the table.’

      ‘Okay.’Emmy let go reluctantly and put her hand in Jessie’s.

      ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.’ Hearing the affection in Monroe’s voice, seeing the warm way he rested his hand on Emmy’s shoulder, Jessie felt a sharp surge of guilt.

      She had no right to keep this man from bonding with his family.

      So what if she couldn’t stop blushing every time she saw him? So what if she couldn’t seem to forget that kiss? From what she could gather, Linc and Ali and Emmy were the only family Monroe Latimer had. Not giving him Ali’s dinner invitation suddenly seemed both cowardly and selfish.

      ‘Ali wondered if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight,’ Jessie blurted out. She saw surprise flash in his eyes, but he said nothing. ‘We’re having a barbecue. Linc’s doing steaks…’ Her voice trailed off when Monroe remained silent.

      ‘Come, come, come.’ Emmy jumped up and down as she sang the words. Jessie was grateful that her niece had picked up the ball, but could see Monroe was still hesitating.

      ‘I don’t know.’ He sounded oddly unsure of himself.

      ‘We’d all love to have you there,’ Jessie said, surprised to realise she meant it.

      His gaze intensified. ‘You would, huh?’

      ‘We would, we would, we would,’ Emmy sang again. He gave her a quick grin before he looked back at Jessie.

      ‘I guess it’d be my pleasure, then. I can’t say no to two pretty ladies.’

      Emmy giggled and then shouted, ‘Yippee,’ punching the air with her small fist.

      Jessie felt the same leap of joy, despite the ball of heat that seemed to have lodged beneath her breastbone.

      ‘I’ll tell Ali.’ Jessie gave Monroe a shaky smile as she pulled Emmy towards the door.

      ‘Bye-bye.’ Emmy waved.

      ‘See you tonight, kid. You, too, Red.’

      Jessie glanced back. He was leaning against the kitchen counter. He looked relaxed again and amused, his thumbs hooked into his jeans and a ridiculously charming smile on his face. Jessie felt the fire blaze inside her. Unable to trust her voice, she gave him a quick nod as she hauled Emmy out the door.

      No question about it, Monroe thought wryly as he watched Jessie close the apartment door. The woman was dangerous.

      He strolled across the apartment to the French doors and watched as Jessie and Emmy made their way up to the house. Emmy was skipping ahead, while Jessie walked behind, looking lush and unbearably sexy in the tight little polka-dot number.

      Dangerous or not, she was becoming damn near irresistible. She looked gorgeous, and he loved the way she blushed so easily. But it wasn’t just her appearance or her obvious reaction to him that made her so appealing.

      He also liked her as a person. She was full of spirit and fire and feisty as hell.

      Maybe they could have a little fun together after all. She was a grown woman who certainly knew her own mind and didn’t mind speaking it. She was obviously unattached and in need of a little romance or she wouldn’t have kissed him the way she had in front of the grocery store. He’d already made it clear that he was just passing through, so there was no need for her to get the wrong idea.

      He leaned against the glass as Emmy and Jessie disappeared from view. Maybe he’d test the waters tonight, see how she responded to the suggestion. His lips curved as he thought about what he and Jessie could do to amuse each other over the next month or so.

      CHAPTER SIX

      ‘GET a grip, woman!’ Jessie stalked over to her wardrobe.

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