Can't Stop the Feeling (Sinclair Sisters 2)

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop looking so smug.”

“I think I have a right to, don’t you?”

She made a strangled little cry. This time it was more irritated than sexy. “Put me down.”

He did as she ordered, adjusting himself in the tight confines of his jeans while she righted her top. Through the window, movement in the grounds caught his eye.

Two men were hefting a large black box across his lawn. “Are they carrying a speaker?”

“What?” Her eyes jerked to the window. “Don’t be daft,” she said before taking his arm and steering him to the door. “So, are you going to answer my question?” She batted her eyelashes at him, mesmerising him.

“What question?”

“I knew you weren’t listening.” She opened the door and pushed him into the corridor. “I asked you if you’d like to come to the pub with me this afternoon for a game of pool and a chat.”

He stopped dead. “You want to go play pool?”

“Yes. And chat.”

Obviously, the chat part was important to her. He hoped to hell she wasn’t going to bang on about their confusing work relationship again. Not after what had just happened. “You want to go play now?”

“Yes.”

“In the middle of the day. When you have work?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he got the impression he was treading on thin ice. “I can make up the hours tonight.”

He studied her face to see if he could figure out what she was up to. There were no clues in those sparkling emerald eyes of hers.

“Why do you want to play pool?”

“I like the game, Duncan. It isn’t rocket science. Now, do you want to go or not?”

“Aye, we can go play pool, if you’re that desperate for a game.”

She muttered about Dementors again as she stalked down the corridor in front of him. As she went, all he could do was watch the roll of her hips in awe. Her backside in those jeans was a work of art, worthy of a place in the Louvre.

“Are you coming?” she said, casting an irritated look over her shoulder.

“I wish,” he muttered as he followed her.

Chapter 20

Well, that was embarrassing.

She’d gone to Duncan’s office with the intention of getting him out of the building and telling him that they needed to go back to being employee and employer—if that’s even what they’d been in the first place. Instead, all she’d done was make him think her libido was equipped with a hair trigger. Had any woman in the history of the planet ever orgasmed over so little? She was an embarrassment to her gender.

And to make matters worse, judging by the smug smile on Duncan’s face, it seemed he now thought he was God’s gift to women. He glanced her way as he drove thought the back roads to Campbeltown.

“Wouldn’t you rather spend the afternoon in the mansion?”

“No.”

“We could spend some time in the studio. I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to pose naked for me.”

“Good to know.”

“Is that a yes?”