Jane Millionaire

He almost tripped over his size twelves at the innocent, yet without a doubt teasing, look she was giving him.

What had happened to the pissed off woman he’d left in the foyer?

He averted his gaze, counted to ten, and asked a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to. “What are we playing?”

Her lips curved. Wickedly.

God, he’d known he’d ticked her off in the exercise room. He’d meant to. Had to. Anything to put some needed distance between them. And in the foyer, what had that been all about? Why had he tried to explain why he hadn’t taken up her enticing offer? She knew all the reasons why a relationship--even if just a physical one--was impossible between them.

Not to mention the ever-present cameras.

He’d rejected her, and now she planned to make him squirm.

Didn’t she realize they were playing with fire and were going to go up in smoke if someone didn’t extinguish the flames?

He swallowed and only managed to further fill his senses with her scent. He could practically taste her feminine sweetness. At least how he imagined she’d taste. Damn, he wanted to know.

“What would you like to play?” Her eyes danced as they traveled over his body. He refused to fidget--cause that was definitely what she wanted. Too bad. Rob Lancaster didn’t bow down to any woman. Not even one as feisty as her.

“H-O-R-S-E?” he suggested, knowing she’d refuse.

She did.

“Twenty points?”

She shook her head.

He knew what she wanted to play.

“I won’t play for your kiss, Jane.” But he did want to feel those plump lips against his.

“Fine.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal, then shot him a sugary sweet smile. “We’ll play for your kiss.”

“What?” His surprised yap echoed around the gym. Right then and there, he mentally bowed to her audacity. And her power to drive him beyond reason.

“If I reach twenty points first, you have to kiss me.”

“You’re crazy. No way in hell am I playing with those terms.”

“Afraid you might lose?” she taunted, with a sassy shake of her long dark ponytail.

Lose? With stakes like those, he wanted to lose.

Scratch that. He didn’t want to give her any ideas. He had to convince her he was totally against an affair between the two of them. Of course, it would help if he could convince himself.

Besides, she couldn’t beat him. Not at basketball. While growing up, he’d spent entire days at the neighborhood court. He and his brother sure hadn’t had anything else to do during the long hours his mom slaved at one of her many jobs. Basketball was his game.

“Fine. What do I get when I win?”

“You’re sure you don’t want your kissing me to be the prize either way?” Her lower lip pouted almost imperceptibly, but he noticed.

Man, did he notice. Every single cell in his body stood to full attention.

He looked up, and his gaze landed on one of the two cameras attached to opposite corners of the gym’s ceiling.

“I’m sure.” Sure kissing her was exactly what he wanted but wouldn’t do.

Her lips twisted in amusement as she considered him. “Name your prize, and it’s yours.”