Her fingers tingled from the contact with his bare skin. “All I want is a glass of water.”
“Oh, I think I can tempt you with something more interesting than that.”
Blair gulped. That was exactly what she was afraid of.
He practically pushed her into a kitchen chair. “Sit right there. I’ll see what I can rustle up.”
“But all I want...”
He’d already poked his head into the freezer. Blair couldn’t resist letting her eyes drift downward to the tight fit of the jeans he wore with a white T-shirt.
Tempting? Oh my, yes. But she hadn’t forgotten her reason for being here...or all the reasons she could not get involved with this man.
He glanced over his shoulder, caught her looking, grinned when she blushed. “I think I’ve got something here you’ll like,” he murmured.
She cleared her throat. “Actually, I’ve decided I’m not very thirsty, after all. Maybe I should just go back....”
He set a quart of fudge ice cream on the table, dropping two spoons beside it. “No need to dirty up a couple of bowls. We can just eat right out of the carton.”
Fudge. It had to be fudge. Just how much temptation was she supposed to resist tonight, anyway?
Scott took a chair very close to hers and dipped into the ice cream. He murmured his appreciation as he swallowed a large bite. “Oh, man, that’s good.”
Well, heck. She was only human. She reached for a spoon. Maybe just a little...
He smiled in satisfaction.
The ice cream was good. So good her eyes closed in sheer, sensual appreciation at the first taste. When she opened them again, Scott was there, smiling at her.
“Good?”
She smiled at him. “Good.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
She took another spoonful. “I love ice cream. And chocolate. I try not to indulge very often.”
“Such a very disciplined young lawyer. Just what do you do for fun, Counselor?”
“I don’t climb mountains. Or race cars. Or jump out of planes. I do occasionally eat ice cream and read thrillers.” She took another generous bite of the ice cream.
Scott chuckled. “Sounds very...exciting.”
“I never claimed to be exciting,” she answered mildly. “I have a practice to manage and a child to raise. I’m lucky to have free time to get my hair cut occasionally.”
He reached up to touch her dark blond bob, running his fingertips through the soft, straight tresses. “You have very pretty hair.”
She didn’t even blush that time. Maybe she was getting used to his ways. “Thank you.”
“Would you ever like to do something totally wild and crazy, Blair?”
Several wild—and definitely crazy—ideas were buzzing through her mind at that very moment. “I have my fantasies like everyone else, I suppose.”
His smile was pure, sexy sin. “Want to tell me about any of them?”
One of them was sitting right in front of her. “I don’t think so.”
“C’mon. Surely there’s something you’ve always secretly wanted to do. Someplace you’ve always wanted to see.”