Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)

“He seems like a nice guy,” Ryder said.

“Well, thanks for your input, brother, but—”

“Finn is your type,” Bass said. “You should take him up on his offer. Never know, could be the start of something real.”

She looked as though she’d just been slapped, and Bass felt like he’d just been shanked in the gut. Those green eyes looked at him with such pain.

Before he could take back what he’d said, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

“I’ve got to get back to work.” With that, she walked away.

Jenna sighed. “I was just trying to help.”

Colt rubbed her back. “I know, sugar.”

“Why can’t things just work? Penny’s great, and I want her to have fun. She deserves some fun.”

Bass took a deep breath. She deserved a hell of a lot more than that.

…

It had been a long night, and after politely postponing her decision about Finn’s offer—he’d ask her again sooner than later—she’d also had to pretend that Bass hadn’t just ripped her heart out of her chest. He might already be intent on replacing her, but she hadn’t given up hope yet. At the very least, she wanted an explanation.

She sped down the dirt road that led to his home. It was late, but she wanted to get this cleared up. When she pulled closer, there were a few outdoor lights on, and Sebastian was shooting hoops in the driveway.

She parked, got out of her car, and slammed the door shut.

“What the hell!” she yelled.

He didn’t stop shooting. He was breathing hard, sweating, shirtless, and holy shit, it made her forget what she’d come to yell about.

“It’s a little late, thought you’d be tired after your long shift and date planning.” He did a layup.

“You’re the one who pushed me to accept Finn’s offer.”

He glanced at her, then took another shot, missing, the ball ricocheting toward her. She caught it and held on to it, forcing him to face her.

“Yeah, so?” he said, placing his hands on his hips. His low slung shorts showed off his rock hard abs and narrow hips, and she squeezed the ball tighter to keep from reaching out to touch him.

“So, you want me with another man? Whatever happened to ‘when we’re together the woman is mine’?” she said in an exaggeratedly low voice, mimicking his words to her.

“Yeah, that’s true. But the rehearsal is the last night of our arrangement. No sense in saying no to the perfect guy.”

“Perfect guy? Is that what you think I want? Someone like Finn?”

“He’s a long term kind of man,” he said.

She was getting so fired up she was ready to throw the ball at the stubborn attorney.

“Funny to hear you say long term like it’s a disease. You know, you’re the one that showed up at my place the other night.”

“I’m also the one who left,” he grated.

“You’re also the one who came to ‘check on me’ last night. That had nothing to do with sex.”

He paused a minute, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Uh-oh, does the big bad attorney have feelings he’s not sure how to deal with?”