“Oh yeah?” he answers in a voice like a secret. “A woman needs to know how to ask for what she wants.” And a tiny little bit of the happy trail that leads into the low waistband of his workout pants. “There’s no need to be shy, Grace,” he continues, and as he leans back, I swear his shirt shows even more skin. It’s just hard to ignore when he’s standing right in front of me. Not that I care what kind of abs he has-ripped or otherwise. “Yeah, well, I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t want to grow on you,” I snap back. So, ignoring the blush that is making my whole face feel like it’s on fire, I look Hudson straight in the eye and answer, “I thought I’d already explained this to you. This is just one more way he’s trying to get to me-like the music and the Pop-Tarts-but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I start to blush, my cheeks turning red-hot despite my best attempt not to react to the innuendo in his words. “Now that I’m yours, what do you plan to do with me?” The wicked gleam has turned into a full-out grin as he leans against the counter and stares down at me from his ridiculous height. Maybe that’s why I answer, “What’s your question?” without thinking it through. Trying to stay one step ahead of Hudson is an exhausting job, one I don’t know that I’m up for. Getting tired, period, if I’m being honest. I’m getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game.
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