I frown.
“I don’t think that at all,” I tell her firmly. “In fact, I think you should ask me what I think before making my mind up for me,” I add, easily smiling at the idea of what I’ve wanted to tell her since I first laid eyes on her.
“Go on,” I prompt her. “Ask me what I really think of you. I’ll tell the truth,” I assure her, but she only seems to become more embarrassed.
Not wanting to make her any more self-conscious, I tell her two things I have noticed about her so far.
The real things I need to tell her can wait, but for how much longer I couldn’t really say.
I’ve never been one to hold my tongue for long.
And there’s one place my tongue wants to let loose on right now. In between those thick thighs of hers, swirling over her creaming pussy is where.
I clear my throat and start my observations of her so far.
“You’re not stupid,” I begin, correcting her self-assessment. “Ah, you’re probably way smarter than most and have the piece of paper to prove it someplace,” I venture, which makes her blush but smile to herself.
“You’re shy, but only because…” I stop myself. Not wanting to say anything I know will not only ruin this moment but also upset her.
Am I psychic?
Maybe not. But in my profession, it’s more about reading people and making logical conclusions based on their appearance and tiny things they say or do.
“Why am I shy?” she asks, almost defiantly. The third thing I was gonna tell her about herself but she’s beaten me to it.
“Just don’t feel you need to be shy around me,” Is all I say.
I can tell she’s had experiences that made her the way she is.
A girl as beautiful and smart as Penelope is only ever gonna have her wings clipped by other people, not by herself.
And I’m not trying to do anything like that.
“I also think you owe me a kiss,” I say. My second brain, my dick talking now. Nothing to do with logic or experience.
Instead of looking all sheepish again, she swallows hard and I feel my mouth go dry.
The memory of being closer than this to her last night is enough to make me bold enough to lean over and take her hand and bring my face closer to hers.
“Jett?” she whispers, her breath warm on my lips.
“Uh huh,” I whisper back, aching for her now in a new way I know I can’t contain much longer.
“I’m…” she says, but I’m not really in a conversation mode right now.
She can tell me later.
“Once I kiss you, Penelope. I won’t stop,” I warn her, and she begins to chew her lips instead of pressing them against mine.
She slides back into her seat, a pained look on her face.
“What is it?” I ask her. Thinking I may have gone for too much too soon after all.
“It’s just… Maybe we could slow down a little?” she suggests, forcing a half-smile. Looking like she regrets her words as much as I’m pained to hear them.
One thing I’m not is a bully, so if Penelope wants to slow things down, okay.
“But you do want to kiss me?” I have to ask, needing to know this isn’t all in my head.
She groans in frustration and wriggles in her seat.
Fuck she’s cute.
More than just cute.
“Alright, alright.” I soothe her. Suddenly stuck for anything to say.
Especially when I notice her eyes moving down my body, spotting the obvious erection I’m sporting as she makes an involuntary sound of her own. The sound that says more than a thousand words ever could.
The sound of a woman who needs exactly what I have to give her.
On every level.
On all fronts, but especially on her front.
CHAPTER TEN
Penelope
Do I want to kiss Jett Masters?
Want doesn’t even begin to describe it, but it’s… complicated.
I guess he’s figured out my number one secret: That I’m a reporter. Even though I’m really just an intern.
The other big thing, my other secret I’ve never told anyone?
I can’t even say it to myself let alone Jett right now, and I surprise myself even more by shooting myself in both feet with a Howitzer cannon.
Telling him you wanna slow down. You never even started out of the freaking gate, idiot!
Far from being annoyed or upset, Jett is understanding.
Patient.
Mature.
He is an older guy after all, and I can see it in the way he treats people, not just his silver highlights.
Me being me though, I instantly regret everything I’ve just said and wish I could go back in time just long enough to let him kiss me after all.
But, like he said. Once he starts, he won’t stop.
And it’s that thought that thrills me beyond belief but also terrifies me in an equally strange way.
Especially once I spot the massive, unmistakable bulge in his pants.