Living with Temptation Read Online Free Page B

those thoughts. It worked for him with another significant woman
he knew.
    Still, he was curious to know more about her. “What
happened?”
    Chelsea shrugged and lowered her gaze. “I don’t know
exactly. They just flared up. Don’t want it to happen again.”
    He nodded, waiting for her to elaborate. She stayed quiet.
Dean drew in a deep breath, knowing that she wouldn’t say any more. He didn’t
want to be persistent. Judging by the look in her eyes, Chelsea didn’t think
much of him. It was a pleasant change, but an unwelcome one.
    “I can take you out to work and pick you up when you need
to. I have far too much time on my hands,” Dean said with a grin. Damn it, he
wanted Chelsea to stay with him. She was perfect – completely unknown to the
media, an everyday woman. Exactly what he needed.
    She stared at him for a moment longer, torn between her decision.
Then she pressed her lips together. “Why do you come out this far to do your
banking?”
    Dean swallowed. Answering personal questions wasn’t what he
intended on doing so soon, but he needed to convince her.
    “I have a…friend out this way,” he said. “I don’t mind the
commute, gives me something to do.”
    “Oh,” she said softly. “Do you work?”
    Dean shot her a smile that seemed to make her blush. “Not
exactly.”
    An awkward silence fell between them before she spoke again.
“I’ve taken four days off work, but I can extend my vacation.”
    “So you’ll accept?”
    Chelsea brushed her hair behind her ears and nodded. He
flashed her a smile, but saw only wariness in her eyes. His were suddenly drawn
to the bulge of her breasts against her thin blouse. Dean swallowed, and
quickly looked away.
    “I’m only doing this because I have to,” she admitted. “But
it’s nice of you to offer.”
    “I promise you, you won’t regret this,” he told her,
reaching into his pants pocket to withdraw a card with his contact details. Dean
leaned forward to pass it to her and her outstretched fingers brushed against
his. Heat burned through him. Her skin felt soft and delicate, as the rest of
her body would feel. Chelsea’s touch lingered before she took hold of the card
and pulled away.
    He drew in a breath, unwilling to look into her eyes. His
heart was thudding against his chest, his whole body alive with the need to
hold her close.
    Chelsea hadn’t made a move to leave so Dean cleared his throat,
his voice feeling tight with desire. He hadn’t been with a woman for weeks, and
Chelsea was reviving all those feelings he’d kept aside.
     “I hear you have to move out by the end of the week?”
    She nodded as she pocketed the card. For a moment Dean thought
he saw her hand shaking. Had she been aroused by his touch as much as he was?
The look on her face seemed to show otherwise.
    “Yeah, by Sunday. My boss has been understanding about the
whole…separation.”
    “A relationship always comes to a painful end,” he murmured.
Chelsea stared at him, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak, but she said
nothing.
    Dean gestured towards her pocket. “Just contact me and let
me know when you want to move in.”
    “I will,” she said. “Thank you.”
    He stood up at the same time she did. Instantly, he felt his
body respond, the warmth of her body only inches away from him. Being this
close to Chelsea’s face, he could see the darkening blush on her cheeks, her
eyes gleaming as she looked up at him. As his gaze locked with hers, Dean felt
his body betray him.
    Chelsea looked so vulnerable, he wanted nothing more than to
pull her body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest. He would take
her lips to his, forcing any doubts, any resistance against him from her mind.
Every woman had a different scent, a unique taste. How would she feel?
    Dean scowled, immediately forcing that from his mind. His
expression seemed to startle her. Chelsea stepped back and cleared her throat,
a sound which she made incredibly delicate. Feeling