Meagan lifted her eyebrow. “Friends?”
“Yes.”
“What are you playing at, Gray?”
With a puzzled look, I flashed her the smile I knew she loved. Her breath would hitch every time.
Meagan sucked in a breath as she quickly licked her lips. Bingo.
“Why do you think I’m up to something? You think all I care about is fucking you; I want to show you that’s not true. I want to show you how much I enjoy just hanging out with you.”
Meagan glanced around, worried someone had heard what I said. Turning her head back to me, she narrowed her eyes.
“What did you have in mind?”
I could see her holding back her smile. We may do some magical shit in bed, but we had just as much fun hanging out with each other. Standing, I remarked, “I plan on showing you what real fun is.”
Meagan laughed as she shook her head. “Oh really? Would that consist of dancing on a stage?”
I placed my hand over my heart like she mortally wounded me. With a crooked grin, I said, “I could add that to the list of things to do today if you’d like.”
Meagan’s smile faded as she bit down on her lip and looked away. “Um, I have to stop by my office. Maybe another day?”
I had no idea why she kept me at arm’s length all the time, but today I was bound and determined to show her exactly how I felt about her. After all, the chase would be worth it in the end.
“I’ll swing you by work. Do what you have to do and then you’re mine for the rest of the day.”
With a smirk, Meagan asked, “As friends?”
I held up my hands and nodded. “Friends.”
Meagan stood there and watched me intently before sighing. “Fine. I’ll spend the day with you, but I seriously doubt you can stay in the friend zone.”
“Is that a challenge, Ms. Atwood?”
With a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, Meagan gathered up her things and looked at me. “I call it like I see it, Mr. Bennett.”
Ah hell. This is going to be a fun day.
Meagan
GRAYSON GAVE ME that damn sexy smile of his as he motioned for me to start walking across the street. “I’m parked in the lot around the corner.”
My heart fluttered at the revelation he knew exactly where I would be this morning. Then again, he was a cop. Finding people was his job.
Risking a peek over my shoulder, I took him in again.
Good lord.
No one should look that good in a pair of damn khaki pants. Of course, with the blue button down shirt tucked into his pants it really showed how fit he was. Then there was the badge hanging from his belt.
Did the Earth just spin faster or something? Fuck.
Grayson walked to the passenger side of his silver Toyota Tundra. Opening the door, he motioned for me to get in. Normally he would take my hand or my elbow and help me in. I looked at him for a second before realizing what he was doing. With a smile, I handed him my stuff. “Will you hold this please?” I asked as I climbed up into the truck. The black leather seats were cold, even through my jeans. I sucked in a breath. The weather outside was beautiful for it being the middle of January, but it was still pretty chilly. This winter had been mild with hardly any snow so far.
“Here’s your stuff,” Gray said as he plopped it down on my lap. Okay, so he was totally taking this whole friends thing seriously. As he shut the door, I smiled and decided if he even tried to make a play on me I would totally cut it off.
Oh yeah. I have this one in the bag.