Page 41 of Twice as Tempting

Kelly dropped her arms to her sides and gave a defeated sigh. “Well, don’t I feel like an idiot?”

Damian chuckled and shoved his hands through his hair. “Jesus, Kelly. You must not think very highly of me.”

Now it was her turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

“How dumb would I have to be to have a fling right under your nose?”

She giggled nervously. “Sorry?”

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

Uh-oh, there’s that look again. “How?”

“Come across the street and eat a slice of cherry pie with me.”

“Really? You’re going to let me get off that easy?”

Damian quirked his eyebrows. “Nobody said anything about getting off.”

Kelly followed his gaze down to her MSU t-shirt, where her traitorous nipples were jutting out as if trying to escape. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest again. “Very funny,” she said.

“Well, what’s it going to be? Cherry pie or some other favor?”

“Ok, fine. Let me change, and I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Oh no you don’t,” he said and grabbed her hand. “You’re coming over just like you are.”

“But Damian, I’m not dressed properly,” she protested as he practically dragged her to the door.

“You’re dressed perfectly fine for eating cherry pie,” he scoffed. “Here, put these on,” he added and handed her a pair of flip flops that she had discarded near the front door.

“But what if someone sees me like this?” She purposely glanced down at her sheer t-shirt and back up into his eyes.

“Walk close behind me,” he ordered and pulled her out the door.

They passed a young couple walking a Pomeranian, but the couple just gave them a friendly nod. If they thought it was strange that Kelly was practically smashed up against Damian’s back as they crossed the street, the couple didn’t show it. As soon as they were safely inside, Kelly leaned back against his door and breathed a sigh of relief, which caused her breasts to thrust forward enticingly—not exactly what she had intended.

Damian scratched the back of his head and looked around the room as if trying to remember what they were there for.

Kelly cleared her throat and said, “Cherry pie?”

“Right.”

She took a seat at his new kitchen table and observed while Damian extracted plates and forks and dished out two hearty slices of pie.

“I don’t suppose you have any vanilla ice cream to go with this?” Kelly asked, remembering that she still hadn’t eaten dinner.

“You’re in luck! I happened to pick some up the other day. I was saving it for my special guests.”

“Guests, plural?” She tried to sound flippant, but she was still smarting from what she had seen earlier, before she had found out that Rachel was a relative. Just the idea of Damian with his arms around another woman made her heart hurt.

Damian plopped a generous scoop of ice cream on her plate and then leaned down until his face was just inches from hers. “You’re the special guest, Kell. Just you. No one else.”

They gazed at each other for a few seconds before Damian turned his attention back to scooping ice cream.

“Ok,” she said softly and relaxed into the chair, content with the knowledge that she was the only woman visiting his apartment. At least the only one who wasn’t a relative!

“So, what did you want to ask me?” she said as she scraped up the last morsel of cherry pie from her plate. Kelly would have to give her compliments to the chef if she ever saw Rachel again; even though it wasn’t fair for the woman to be gorgeous and bake such a fabulous pie!