Kilborne was smirking.
Dear God, how can any man look so sexy while flashing a smirk? And if that wasn't enough, the s****l innuendos he'd volleyed at Ines were conjuring up memories from several nights ago.
“I said it was nice,” she said, trying to ignore the heat that snaked up her spine. “I didn’t say I liked it.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
She felt her skin tingling, remembering his touch. She pressed her legs together and forced herself to think about... well, anything but Kilborne and his package. “Does it matter? I mean, it’s not like we’re doing it again.”
There was a long quiet pause before he replied, “No. I suppose not.”
“You have that date tomorrow.” She smiled, trying to quell the hollow feeling of regret in her gut. “And that thing we had — what we did, it was jus
