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was there in his eyes. And yet, somehow she felt that by crossing that
line they d break the spell. Teresa didn t want that. She wanted this
feeling to go on for a while longer. It was peaceful, and easy and
carefree.
I ll finish cleaning up. You get some sleep. Tomorrow I ll let
you beat me at poker.
He smiled. Do you want to try going for a walk again
tomorrow? We won t venture far.
I d like that, Damien.
He stood. It s a date then. Good night, Teresa.
Good night.
* * * *
It took every ounce of willpower Damien had not to crawl of
out of bed, find Teresa, and kiss her until neither of them could
breathe. He d never had fun like that with Leta. Their relationship had
been purely physical. He couldn't imagine joking around with her or
playing cards, and they d never gone for a walk together.
When he woke Monday morning, Teresa had coffee and
breakfast ready. She d dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, this time
featuring unicorns, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The
effect was innocent and sexy, all rolled into one, and he had trouble
concentrating on the food in front of him.
You know, I was thinking maybe we should take a drive to
the park instead of walking in town.
A shadow passed over her face. Is that safe?
Would you be more comfortable in a crowd?
She nodded. Yes. And indoors.
All right. I have just the place then.
They arrived at the Cleveland Museum of Art just as it was
opening. Teresa picked up a leaflet in the lobby that described the
collections, and Damien was surprised by the look of amazement on
her face.
You know, I haven t been to a museum in& I don t
remember how long, to be honest.
Doesn t Chicago have a fabulous art museum?
Yes, but it wasn t built yet when I lived there, she
whispered.
She took his arm and held onto it as they browsed the
collections, stopping to admire some, and laughing at others. Teresa
was particularly fascinated with the collection of Andy Warhol s
work.
What is it you love so much about it? he asked.
I think I love the mystery surrounding him, you know? He
captured that in his work. You re not quite sure, looking at it, if he
was a genius or completely bonkers.
Most geniuses are completely bonkers, aren t they? he
asked, leaning in close so the couple next to them couldn t hear.
She giggled, pressing closer to him. I think you might be
right about that.
They ate at a restaurant in Little Italy, outside in the enclosed
courtyard. Teresa didn t glance around or look worried. Instead she
chatted about the exhibits and the food. Damien didn t want the day to
end.
Her mood seemed to darken as he pulled the car into the
garage behind the bar, so as soon as they went inside he reminded her
about their poker game. She really was a terrible player, and after
he d beaten her at three hands in a row, he suggested they do
something else.
I have a better idea, she said, shuffling the cards. Why
don t you teach me to play this game for real? Obviously I ve never
learned.
I love that never surrender spirit of yours.
* * * *
Teresa and Damien played several hands of poker every night
that week after the bar closed. She was a fast learner and on Friday
night she finally beat him, fair and square.
Yes, yes, yes! She jumped up and down, pumping her fists
in the air. Her boot heels struck the wood floor in competition with
the thunder outside.
Congratulations. But don t get too comfortable. It won t
happen that often.
The hell you say. She put her hands on her hips and started
to dance, her moves so suggestive his cock twitched. This had been
the longest two weeks of his life. Every accidental touch as they
worked side-by-side, every glance, had sent his hormones racing.
He d never hidden behind the counter with a raging hard-on that
many times in ten years, let alone two weeks. And unless he was very
much mistaken, she was as hot for him as he was for her.
Several times each evening he d caught her watching him with
what could only be described as lust in her beautiful eyes. When they
closed the bar and said good night, it became a silent battle of wills.
Who would give in first?
He gathered up the cards and put them behind the counter,
watching her dance in the center of the room. You need to stop that.
She eyed him, licking her lips as a loud clap of thunder
boomed overhead. Looks like another storm is brewing.
That was the understatement of the century. A storm had been
brewing between them since the moment he d told her she could stay
as his employee only. He d set down the decree, and he d have to be
the one to reverse it. She had more far more willpower than he did,
obviously.
* * * *
Teresa watched Damien, every nerve ending on fire. She
couldn t stand it anymore. If she didn't have him she d go out of her
mind with need. Every chance she got this past week she d brushed
up against him or touched him while they worked. There was no way
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was there in his eyes. And yet, somehow she felt that by crossing that
line they d break the spell. Teresa didn t want that. She wanted this
feeling to go on for a while longer. It was peaceful, and easy and
carefree.
I ll finish cleaning up. You get some sleep. Tomorrow I ll let
you beat me at poker.
He smiled. Do you want to try going for a walk again
tomorrow? We won t venture far.
I d like that, Damien.
He stood. It s a date then. Good night, Teresa.
Good night.
* * * *
It took every ounce of willpower Damien had not to crawl of
out of bed, find Teresa, and kiss her until neither of them could
breathe. He d never had fun like that with Leta. Their relationship had
been purely physical. He couldn't imagine joking around with her or
playing cards, and they d never gone for a walk together.
When he woke Monday morning, Teresa had coffee and
breakfast ready. She d dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, this time
featuring unicorns, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The
effect was innocent and sexy, all rolled into one, and he had trouble
concentrating on the food in front of him.
You know, I was thinking maybe we should take a drive to
the park instead of walking in town.
A shadow passed over her face. Is that safe?
Would you be more comfortable in a crowd?
She nodded. Yes. And indoors.
All right. I have just the place then.
They arrived at the Cleveland Museum of Art just as it was
opening. Teresa picked up a leaflet in the lobby that described the
collections, and Damien was surprised by the look of amazement on
her face.
You know, I haven t been to a museum in& I don t
remember how long, to be honest.
Doesn t Chicago have a fabulous art museum?
Yes, but it wasn t built yet when I lived there, she
whispered.
She took his arm and held onto it as they browsed the
collections, stopping to admire some, and laughing at others. Teresa
was particularly fascinated with the collection of Andy Warhol s
work.
What is it you love so much about it? he asked.
I think I love the mystery surrounding him, you know? He
captured that in his work. You re not quite sure, looking at it, if he
was a genius or completely bonkers.
Most geniuses are completely bonkers, aren t they? he
asked, leaning in close so the couple next to them couldn t hear.
She giggled, pressing closer to him. I think you might be
right about that.
They ate at a restaurant in Little Italy, outside in the enclosed
courtyard. Teresa didn t glance around or look worried. Instead she
chatted about the exhibits and the food. Damien didn t want the day to
end.
Her mood seemed to darken as he pulled the car into the
garage behind the bar, so as soon as they went inside he reminded her
about their poker game. She really was a terrible player, and after
he d beaten her at three hands in a row, he suggested they do
something else.
I have a better idea, she said, shuffling the cards. Why
don t you teach me to play this game for real? Obviously I ve never
learned.
I love that never surrender spirit of yours.
* * * *
Teresa and Damien played several hands of poker every night
that week after the bar closed. She was a fast learner and on Friday
night she finally beat him, fair and square.
Yes, yes, yes! She jumped up and down, pumping her fists
in the air. Her boot heels struck the wood floor in competition with
the thunder outside.
Congratulations. But don t get too comfortable. It won t
happen that often.
The hell you say. She put her hands on her hips and started
to dance, her moves so suggestive his cock twitched. This had been
the longest two weeks of his life. Every accidental touch as they
worked side-by-side, every glance, had sent his hormones racing.
He d never hidden behind the counter with a raging hard-on that
many times in ten years, let alone two weeks. And unless he was very
much mistaken, she was as hot for him as he was for her.
Several times each evening he d caught her watching him with
what could only be described as lust in her beautiful eyes. When they
closed the bar and said good night, it became a silent battle of wills.
Who would give in first?
He gathered up the cards and put them behind the counter,
watching her dance in the center of the room. You need to stop that.
She eyed him, licking her lips as a loud clap of thunder
boomed overhead. Looks like another storm is brewing.
That was the understatement of the century. A storm had been
brewing between them since the moment he d told her she could stay
as his employee only. He d set down the decree, and he d have to be
the one to reverse it. She had more far more willpower than he did,
obviously.
* * * *
Teresa watched Damien, every nerve ending on fire. She
couldn t stand it anymore. If she didn't have him she d go out of her
mind with need. Every chance she got this past week she d brushed
up against him or touched him while they worked. There was no way
he d misinterpreted her gestures. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]