Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [32]
“You can let go of my thigh now, Galen.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
He let go and took a step back, and her traitorous thigh was tingling in protest from the loss of his touch. “Come on, let me show you the rest of the house. And just in case you’re wondering about that kiss, the answer is no, I didn’t get enough.”
He led the way and she followed thinking, neither had she.
Chapter 8
Galen kept walking, very much aware of Brittany beside him. He had expected her to ask for the legal papers of their agreement before she entered his home, but she hadn’t.
And she hadn’t seemed bothered by the impromptu kiss. He could tell she had enjoyed it as much as he had. A part of him wished she hadn’t stopped things. No telling what they might be doing now if she hadn’t. He could imagine them getting downright naughty and raunchy, hot and sweaty, and tearing off each other’s clothes, doing it against the wall and then moving right to the floor.
“How long have you lived here?”
He glanced over at her the exact moment she was pushing a lock of hair out of her face. The brightness of the sun coming in through the window was making her squint, but he thought at that moment she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. In a way he found that hard to believe because he’d been involved with a number of gorgeous women in his lifetime. He still found it rather strange that Brittany Thrasher hit him on such a visceral level.
“I’ve lived here for four years,” he replied. “Although my partners and I have a suite downtown, it’s only for window dressing to make our business appear legit. Few would imagine we do most of our work out of our garages.”
She glanced over at him. “What kind of work do you do?”
“I design video games.”
“Video games?”
He turned to her, studied her features to decipher what she was thinking. His occupation got mixed reaction from people. Those who didn’t know about the millions he made annually considered his occupation frivolous, certainly not a career a man of thirty-four could take seriously. Of course no one in his family agreed with that assessment, especially because they knew the vast amount of his wealth as well as the hard work it took to create and design a successful video game.
“Yes,” he finally said. “That’s what I do for a living.”
He’d noticed that a smile would first start in her eyes and then extend to her lips before spreading over her entire face. Understandably, he hadn’t seen that side of her in New York and hadn’t really seen much of it here, except for when he’d witnessed that little reunion with her friend at the auction mart. Now he was seeing it again and the transformation sent his pulse throbbing.
She lifted a brow. “So, are you any good?”
He couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh. This woman was something else. He really liked her spunk once she stopped being angry and uptight.
“Well, are you?”
He shook his head as he finished off a chuckle. “There aren’t too many things I’m not good at, Brittany.”
She frowned. “It’s not nice being conceited, Galen.”
A smile touched his lips. “Bad manners?”
He could tell she was fighting hard not to return his smile when she replied, “The worst.”
Their gazes tangled and he had to admit he was enjoying the moment. “I guess that’s something I need to work on.”
“I suggest that you do. Now back to the video games. Are there any out there that have your name attached to them?”
He started walking again and she fell in line beside him. There was something comforting about having her here with him. “There are a few. You ever heard of Time Capsule?”
“Yes.”
“What about Wild Card?”
“Yes, I’ve heard of that one, too.”
“And what about Turbine Force?”
“Of course.” She stopped walking and turned to him.
“Are all those