“I still don’t see why you have to go all the way to Illinois to work,” David’s mother complained twisting the cloth napkin in her hands and David’s father took his wife’s hand in his. He gave her a kiss on the back of her palm and the worry in her face decreased enormously.
“Your hottie?” David asked and she turned to face him. Her cheeks were bright pink, turning red. She gave him a nervous smile that made his heart skip a beat. “She said it, not me. That’s Wallflower,” she told him with a soft musical voice that made his heart race even faster. Wallflower, he repeated in silently wondering about the nicknames before he noticed that she was nearly at the bar. With a slight sense of panic, he rushed over to where she was. He didn’t want to let her get too far away from him and allow the chance for some other man to step in and take her away.
As soon as the door was shut he pinned her against the wall with his body, his desire was just too great, he needed to kiss her again now. “Now where did we leave off,” he asked gruffly and another sexy smile crossed her lips that just increased his lust. He crashed his lip against hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him. David let his hand slowly run down her sides till he reached her hips.
David arrived in Illinois but had a hell of a time trying to find the little town of Green River, not even his cab driver knew where it was. Nearly three hours after he had landed he finally found the tiny town and his even smaller hotel. After he had called his parents to let them know he was in Green River, David collapsed on the small hard bed, exhausted. The evening was setting in and even though he had barely eaten the whole day the only thing he wanted to do was try to get some sleep.
“I…I…am not running off! I am just leaving for lunch,” she said, her voice still rough and it was threatening his control. He had a couple of ideas of what she could do for lunch and none of them had to do anything with eating food. Snap out of it, David scolded himself. He couldn’t screw it up by acting like a hormonal teenager.
Sam shifted her salad around with her fork. Her stomach demanded food but when she ate a few bites, it threatened to return them. She sighed and glanced around the dinner. Everyone, there was eyeing them and talking in hushed whispers. She could only imagine what they must be saying about her. It would only be a matter of time before her father found out. God if she could only turn back time to Saturday night and stop herself from going to that club.
Her father looked her over, his expression never softening. “You do look a little pale,” he said then narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t take anything while in New York did you?”“Take anything?” Sam repeated confused then her eyes widened. &ldquo
“Look, Sam, I know you’re not going to believe me but I think this is seriously a good thing,” Tabby told her as they ate.Sam made an obnoxious snort as she rolled her eyes.
Sam handed the papers to him once again. As he reached for them his hand brushed against hers, making her heart jolt again. He grinned at her, which did nothing to help her cardiac rhythm, before looking over the papers.“If you do not need anything else, Mr. Andrews,” Sam said as she stood. She smoothed down her skirt ready to get the hell out of there.“I was hoping you would go over these papers with me,” he said, glancing up at her. “Seeing as I’m new, it would help for someone familiar with the accounts to help me get acquainted with them as well.”She very much doubted he would need her help, but again, she didn’t think she could refuse. With another tight smile, she sat back down. “Of course.”&ldqu