Page 13 of Scottish Seducer

If she was like me, we probably wouldn’t get along at all. I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and asked, “Was your ex into all your historical stuff?”

Her face turned beet red and said, “Yeah, he was. He’s an actor.”

“Actors are not known for loyalty. I’ve met a few.” I leaned back, hands behind my head, and said, “Tell you what. I’ll call it market research, and maybe I can make a three-D version so anyone interested in living a Jane Austen life can experience it without having to move to London.”

This time, she smiled and said, “Is that what you want from me?”

I stared at her breasts and she angled her head like she was hiding her expression from me. Then, I said without blinking, “Oh no, I want you in my bed. Don’t get that confused. But we can do more than that if you let me in.”

She took the exit and followed the signs for the Gretna Green stop, but then she said, “Charlie, I can see why you get everything you ever go after.”

“Why is that?”

She pulled into a parking spot as she shook her head. “Because you are so damn inviting.”

As she turned off the engine, I reached out and brushed her shoulder as I said, “So you’re finally going to kiss me?”

She played with her necklace as she gazed at me. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I said, then unbuckled my seatbelt.

She did the same then wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips tasted sweeter than honey, and I wanted nothing more than to discover if she was this delicious everywhere.