Fuck! I needed to figure out how to turn this around.
Standing, I nodded as I pulled out my wallet and took out my business card. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had somewhere to go.”
She didn’t even bother to look at me as she took the card. “No worries. I was supposed to go dancing with a friend, but he canceled on me.”
The zip of jealousy that raced through my body shocked the hell out of me. I quickly decided this was my opportunity to get to know Kilyn a little better.
“What kind of dancing?”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “Country western.”
Scrunching up my nose, I groaned.
Her hands immediately went to her hips and I saw a playfulness in her when she tried to hide her smile. “You don’t like country music?”
“No. Not at all.”
Tilting her head, she went back to accessing me. “Have you ever listened to it, Thano?”
“Only pussies listen to country music.”
Her mouth gaped open. “So you’re saying I’m a pussy?”
My heart slammed in my chest. Fucking hell, how do I keep doing this?
“No! Wait, I didn’t mean women. I meant men who listen to country music are pussies.”
Slowly shaking her head, she placed her hand over her heart as if I had mortally wounded her. “I’ll have you know, some of the only men I’d ever bend over this table for and let them ravage my body are country music artists. Oh my God! Dierks Bentley. Hell. Yes. Keith Urban? Yes please! Oh, and let’s not forget about Sam Hunt. I’d let him do things that would make even you blush.”
I cleared my throat. Is it getting hot in here?
She closed her eyes and smiled. “Oh! Then you have Dan and Shay.” Looking straight at me, she kept going. “Hell, I’d even get into a threesome for those two. Sandwiched between the two of them . . . hell to the yes.”
Swallowing hard, I cracked my neck and rubbed the back of it. “Um . . . Kilyn, can we change the subject? It’s been a long . . . dry spell if you would.”
Her eyes darkened before she turned away and looked out the window. “Sorry. I’m passionate about my country music.”
“I see that,” I barely mumbled.
Grabbing her bag, she reached for her purse.
Fuck. What was it going to take to get back on her good side?
Before my mouth had time to catch up to my brain, I blurted out, “Why don’t you come up to the cabin this weekend? You can take a look around and decide if it’s something you want to take on.”
She had been rounding her desk when she stopped directly in front of me.
The smell of her perfume wrapped around my body as she continued to stare at me. I took that as a chance to quickly glance around the rest of her office. There was a small sitting area off to the side with fresh flowers and a few magazines neatly spread out over the coffee table. There was a bookcase behind that with books color-coded by their covers. At least the rest of her office was neat and organized, unlike her desk.
“You want me to come up to your cabin with you?”
“Just to check it out. I’m not asking you up there for the weekend or anything. I mean, the only thing up there is a chair and a bed,” I said with a laugh.
Kilyn narrowed one eye as she continued to give me the evil eye.
“Oh, cause the fact you only have a bed up there makes me feel so much better.”
I closed my eyes and sighed before looking at the floor. The last thing I wanted her to think was I only wanted in her pants. “I went up there a lot when they were building it. It’s my escape. All I needed was a place to sit and sleep.”
Her facial expression softened and a slow crooked smile moved across her face. “I’ll go and look at your cabin, if you go dancing with me tonight. Country western dancing.”
I let out a roar of laughter before I noticed she was giving me a dead serious look. “Wait. You’re serious? In order for you to come look at the cabin, I have to go dancing with you?”
“Country western dancing.”
I swear, if I didn’t want to be around her so much, I’d turn and walk away. Interior designers were a dime a dozen.
“Fine.”
With a smile almost too big for her face, she asked, “Really?”
Rolling my eyes, I tried to figure out how to keep this from my brothers. No matter what I did to hide it, I was sure they would find out about it.
“Yes. But if you think I’m doing any of that line dancing, you are crazy.”
Her teeth sunk into her lip, making my thoughts wander to where they shouldn’t.