Trust Me on This - Jennifer Crusie [58]
“Jealous? Me? Jealous? Don’t flatter yourself.” Alec jammed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the opposite wall. “Do not flatter yourself.”
“Is Harry upset with me?” Dennie asked.
“Harry thinks you should be in the movies,” Alec snarled.
“Is Victoria upset?”
“She’s going to nominate you for woman of the year.”
“Well, see.” Dennie shrugged. “The only one who’s upset is you. And the only reason you’d have to be upset—”
The elevator doors opened, and Alec stormed out.
“—is because you’re jealous.” Dennie spread her hands out. “It’s obvious.” Then she let both hands go limp at the wrist as the elevator doors began to close.
Alec stuck his hand in the doors to hold them open. “Very funny. You’re getting off here, too, dummy.”
“Not with you in this mood.” Dennie punched the button for her floor. “You can handle it from here.”
“Oh, no.” Alec shoved the doors open and yanked her out into the hall.
“Hey!” she said.
“If he asks to talk to you, you’re going to be there.” Alec propelled her down the hall in front of him. He unlocked the door to his room and motioned her inside. “Strictly business.”
“It better be,” Dennie said, and went in.
The first thing Dennie did was wash her neck off, rinse her mouth out, and remove the wire.
“Is it possible for spit to be corrosive?” she asked Alec, as she came out of the bathroom. “I think I’m breaking out in hives from him.”
“It’s your own fault.” Alec was stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head, and he looked better than any man had a right to. His shoulders alone were enough to make a woman dizzy. “You were the one who leaned over and asked him to pound you,” Alec said.
“I can’t believe he fell for that.” Dennie sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes, trying to think of other things besides jumping Alec. The thought was futile; sometime in the afternoon, she’d definitely decided to jump him, and not even the nauseating Bond had changed her mind. “I mean, while I was saying all that stuff, it sounded stupid, but he just ate it up.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Men,” she said, and thought, Jump me.
“Hey, wait a minute.” Alec sat up. “I’m a man. I thought it was stupid.”
“Yes, well, we all know your problem with pounding.” Dennie let her hand flop over at the wrist.
“Stop that.” Alec grabbed her wrist and held her tight, and Dennie held her breath. “That makes me nervous.”
“Well, you have many other fine qualities.” Dennie batted her eyes at him. “Some women aren’t interested in erections. I’m not one of them, but I’m sure someday you’ll find a lovely girl—”
“If you’re looking for an erection, I’m pretty damn sure Bond has one right now.” Alec reached for the phone with his other hand. “I could call him—”
“Don’t even joke about it.” Dennie stuck her chin out and leaned a little closer. “I’ll never French-kiss again as it is. The thought of him naked and throbbing could put me off sex forever.” She smiled at him, her shoulder almost touching his. “Then you and I would be perfect for each other.”
“That’s it.” Alec pulled her to him, rolling over to pin her beneath him on the bed, and Dennie rolled with him, laughing as he landed on top of her, his weight finally relieving her need to touch him while it kicked that need into high gear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as she arched into him, and he stopped. “Hello?” he said. “I just attacked you. You planning on fighting back?”
“Why would I fight back?” Dennie whispered, moving against him. “The only reason that I sat on your bed was so you’d grab me.” She smiled up at him and saw his eyes go dark. He took a deep breath, and she slid against him again, running her hands hard down his back as she said, “I was hoping you could cure my new aversion to French-kissing.”
“It’ll be a sacrifice,” he said, and licked into her mouth while his hips bore down on hers. Dennie closed her eyes and shuddered under him, wrapping her legs around him while she sucked his tongue into