his boots walked out. He should have been pleased but
he wasn't. He had lied straight to her face, the truth was
he did feel something when he kissed her. Damn her lips
were so soft and tasted like sweet honey, he noticed his
member twitched to life when he held her in his arms.
Shit, he thought he had learned his lesson where women
were concerned, to stay the hell away from them and
here he was, kissing a woman he barely knew and he
liked it, liked it way too much. Well, he would have to
keep busy and stay as far from her as possible.
So Max poured all his energy into fixing up the cabin, even
doing things that didn't need repairing. As hard as he tried
he couldn't get Kitty out of his head, she oozed with
sexuality and her body fit right into him and God he
became horny. It didn't help matters when she came into
where he was working a few hours later carrying
something in her hand. Even wrapped in a heavy jacket,
hat and gloves she looked sexy as hell and when he
looked at her the hammer missed its mark and pounded
into his thumb, cursing he dropped the tool and rubbed at
the throbbing pain.
Kitty's mouth dropped opened and rushed over to his
side. "Oh God are you OK?" she asked, taking hold of his
hand to examine it.
Pulling away he stepped aside. "It's nothing, what are you
doing here?" he asked grumpily.
At the tone of his voice, she knew he was angry and bit
her bottom lip. "You missed lunch so I brought it to you."
She opens the bag and shows him the sandwich.
Taking it out she placed it on the table and the thermos
of coffee.
Max stared at the food and his stomach growled, it was
almost two o'clock and he was starving so he grunted a
thank you and sat down to eat. The sandwich was so
delicious it melted in his mouth, the woman sure could
cook he thought to himself as he wolfed it down, taking
sips of his coffee between bites.
"Well I'll leave you to it," she said and went to walk out
but stopped when he called out to her.
"Don't hold supper for me, I'll be working late tonight."
Looking back at him she frowned, wanted to ask him why.
But she had a feeling she knew why. It was because he
didn't want to be alone with her. "Hum-OK, I'll leave a
plate made up for you in the fridge, you can heat it up
when you're ready for it." She walked out, though it was a
nice day with the sun beating down making it almost
warm out she felt a chill go through her. After that kiss he
had changed, going from being aloof towards her was
now downright cold, almost hostile.
They barely saw or talked to each other for the next few
days and Kitty found she was missing his company. So on
the fourth night when he showed up for dinner she was
thrilled, happy to have human contact and someone to
talk to. She even made a special dinner of fish and for
dessert made a three-layer chocolate cake served with
ice cream.
Max patted his stomach when he was done and gave her
a warm smile. "Man, that was the best meal I've had in a
long time. The fish was so moist and the cake, a man
could get fat eating your cooking."
Kitty beamed with pride, it was nice hearing someone
praise her for a job well done. She couldn't remember the
last time someone had. "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
Why don't you take your coffee into the other room and
try and get that poor excuse of a TV working? There's a
movie I want to watch."
Max snickered. "Let me guess, it's one of those chick
flicks that's going to make you cry."
As a matter of fact, it is a love story called The
Notebook," saying as she picked up the dirty dishes and
going over to the sink smiled. She didn't want to say
anything but she knew he enjoyed the last movie they
watched, even if he wouldn't admit to it.
So there they were once again, sat in front of the TV, Kitty
shedding tears and this time Max didn't try to comfort her.
he wasn't. He had lied straight to her face, the truth was
he did feel something when he kissed her. Damn her lips
were so soft and tasted like sweet honey, he noticed his
member twitched to life when he held her in his arms.
Shit, he thought he had learned his lesson where women
were concerned, to stay the hell away from them and
here he was, kissing a woman he barely knew and he
liked it, liked it way too much. Well, he would have to
keep busy and stay as far from her as possible.
So Max poured all his energy into fixing up the cabin, even
doing things that didn't need repairing. As hard as he tried
he couldn't get Kitty out of his head, she oozed with
sexuality and her body fit right into him and God he
became horny. It didn't help matters when she came into
where he was working a few hours later carrying
something in her hand. Even wrapped in a heavy jacket,
hat and gloves she looked sexy as hell and when he
looked at her the hammer missed its mark and pounded
into his thumb, cursing he dropped the tool and rubbed at
the throbbing pain.
Kitty's mouth dropped opened and rushed over to his
side. "Oh God are you OK?" she asked, taking hold of his
hand to examine it.
Pulling away he stepped aside. "It's nothing, what are you
doing here?" he asked grumpily.
At the tone of his voice, she knew he was angry and bit
her bottom lip. "You missed lunch so I brought it to you."
She opens the bag and shows him the sandwich.
Taking it out she placed it on the table and the thermos
of coffee.
Max stared at the food and his stomach growled, it was
almost two o'clock and he was starving so he grunted a
thank you and sat down to eat. The sandwich was so
delicious it melted in his mouth, the woman sure could
cook he thought to himself as he wolfed it down, taking
sips of his coffee between bites.
"Well I'll leave you to it," she said and went to walk out
but stopped when he called out to her.
"Don't hold supper for me, I'll be working late tonight."
Looking back at him she frowned, wanted to ask him why.
But she had a feeling she knew why. It was because he
didn't want to be alone with her. "Hum-OK, I'll leave a
plate made up for you in the fridge, you can heat it up
when you're ready for it." She walked out, though it was a
nice day with the sun beating down making it almost
warm out she felt a chill go through her. After that kiss he
had changed, going from being aloof towards her was
now downright cold, almost hostile.
They barely saw or talked to each other for the next few
days and Kitty found she was missing his company. So on
the fourth night when he showed up for dinner she was
thrilled, happy to have human contact and someone to
talk to. She even made a special dinner of fish and for
dessert made a three-layer chocolate cake served with
ice cream.
Max patted his stomach when he was done and gave her
a warm smile. "Man, that was the best meal I've had in a
long time. The fish was so moist and the cake, a man
could get fat eating your cooking."
Kitty beamed with pride, it was nice hearing someone
praise her for a job well done. She couldn't remember the
last time someone had. "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
Why don't you take your coffee into the other room and
try and get that poor excuse of a TV working? There's a
movie I want to watch."
Max snickered. "Let me guess, it's one of those chick
flicks that's going to make you cry."
As a matter of fact, it is a love story called The
Notebook," saying as she picked up the dirty dishes and
going over to the sink smiled. She didn't want to say
anything but she knew he enjoyed the last movie they
watched, even if he wouldn't admit to it.
So there they were once again, sat in front of the TV, Kitty
shedding tears and this time Max didn't try to comfort her.