A Good Time Exclusive Sneak Peek

Chapter 4

           Another restless night was going to do her in. She didn’t know which was worse, being emotionally drained or being so turned on that sleep escaped. After Griffin’s steamy kisses last night, she had a hard time turning her brain and her hormones off. He moved way beyond flirting and she didn’t know how to react. She needed to sell him a house.

            She checked the clock on her dashboard as she parked beside the house. She was on time, even with getting her car from the shop, but Griffin was early. Again. Every time she tried to be extraprofessional, he ruined it.

            He climbed from his car after she parked.

            “Hi,” she said, trying not to sound breathless. One look at him and her mind strayed back to his lips on hers. “Thanks for coming here. I know you said you wanted a remodel, but this house might work.”

            She hoped it would. Finding the perfect house for him was difficult enough. Finding one to renovate was near impossible. She strode up the front steps and opened the door.

“As you can see, the front door opens to a beautiful staircase leading to the second floor. To the right you have the den, to the left the formal dining room, and behind that the kitchen. Would you like to start up or down?”

            He cocked his head to the side. “I’ll wander around on my own.”

            “Fine.” She leaned against the cherry banister and waited for him to walk toward the kitchen. She actually wanted to see this house. Since he started downstairs, she went up to investigate.

            She’d always dreamed of living in a house like this when she was growing up. One of the bedrooms had a huge bay window with a built-in seat, begging for a teenage girl to curl up and write in her diary. The soft, cushiony carpet squished under her feet. She kicked off her heels and dug her toes into the shag.

            Completely unprofessional, but it felt good.

            The master bedroom had double doors and two closets—his and hers. The bathroom had two sinks made of flawless black marble. The tub looked big enough to swim in. She sighed, knowing she’d never be able to afford the luxuries this house offered.

            Indy headed back toward the stairs, assuming Griffin would be on his way up. She paused at the top and peered over the rail. He leaned against the newel post, typing again. Her heart sank.

            She liked this house. She’d hoped it’d be the one. Beyond the money it would bring in for her, she’d thought, far back in her mind, that if Griffin owned it, she’d be able to visit it on occasion.

            She started down. “Not for you, huh?”

            He looked up and over his shoulder with a sexy smile. “I don’t think so.”

            Trying not to show her disappointment, she headed down the stairs.

            “Why do you look sad?”

            She shrugged. “I like this one. I know it’s not exactly what you wanted, but part of me hoped . . .”

            “Hoped what?”

            “Nothing.” She shook her head. “You sure you don’t want to check out the bedrooms?”

            He raised his eyebrows, and she realized it sounded like an invitation. She’d never had to worry about screening her words as much as she did with him. Maybe it was her subconscious telling her something.

            “You know what I mean.”

            “Do I?” he asked, taking a step up and closer to her.

            Her heart ticked up a notch. He smelled of soap and man. Her hormones responded like they had last night, which was supposed to be unacceptable. “Yes. We’ve been over this. I don’t sleep with clients.”

            Not that she’d ever had a client who could turn her on like Griffin did.

            “I know what your voice said, but the rest of your body told me a different story.” He leaned in, and she stepped back.

            The wood rail bit into her spine. She couldn’t lie. Her body reacted to him at every glance. She’d been fighting to keep it in check, but he kept pushing.

Griffin ran a finger down the pearl buttons of her blouse. “Not as bad as the clothes you wore yesterday during dinner, but not nearly as sexy as the barmaid outfit.”

            Her breath caught, and she halfway wanted him to flick the buttons open. She couldn’t tell him to stop. Her voice wouldn’t work. Because I want this.

            “I seem to remember your promising to wear it next time you showed me a house.”

            “I . . . I forgot.” She glanced to the side at the expanse of stairs. She could easily turn around. An image of gripping the rail while he lifted her skirt to have his way with her flashed in her head. Her blood raced hot.

            He pressed his body to hers. His hard-on deliciously poked her, and she ground into him. He covered her mouth with his. He sucked on her lower lip, and she trembled. God, she wanted this so bad.

            He kissed her neck and bit at her throbbing pulse. She threw her head back to give him better access and opened her eyes. She stared at the chandelier above her.

            What the hell was she thinking? She was in someone else’s house. Thinking about fucking on their staircase. This was beyond unprofessional. If anyone found out, not only would she not get bigger clients, she’d be fired.

            With a burst of resolve, she pushed Griffin away from her. He looked bewildered. Breath puffed heavily from his chest.

            “We cannot do this.” She scooted around him on the stairs and headed for the door. She held it open, waiting for him to leave.

            As he walked by, she tried not to laugh at his discomfort. Serves him right. Now they were both hot and bothered.

            “I don’t suppose—”

            “No.” She cut him off. She didn’t want him to finish the sentence because she would probably cave. He’d offer to take her somewhere to finish. She could see it in his eyes. The lustful pull in her belly urged her to accept, but for once she’d follow her brain. “I’ll call you when I find something more suitable.”


            Such a loaded question.

            She nodded, not trusting herself. While he got into his car, she locked up the house. Griffin was going to be the most difficult client she’d ever worked with, especially if she couldn’t learn to control her hormones.