If I'd Only Known (Milan Women Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

when he was making her feel this
hot and bothered.
    “Well,
now, I could tell you.” He kissed her deeply again. “But you'd probably have
more fun if I showed you.”
    “No,
you'd have more fun if I let you show me. But if you can't even tell me,
Barrington, why should I trust you to show me? Why would I even want to see?”
    “Some
things, Perri, there aren't any words to describe. You have to feel it in order
to believe it's real.”
    “And
some things, Barrington, have to be explained in some detail in order to make
up your mind if you want to proceed any further or not.”
    She
surprised him with that remark. “This is true.” He chuckled.
    “I
know it is,” she smirked.
    “Oh,
don't go getting all confident now. I could shake things up for you a bit.”
    “So
do what you feel,” she suggested not bothering to hide her amusing grin.
    “Careful
what you ask for, girl, I just might have to give it to you.”
    “You're
assuming I'd let you.”
    “You
underestimate me, Perri.”
    “Meaning
what?”
    “You
assume you'd be able to resist me.”
    “I
done a good job so far,” she patted herself on the back.
    “That's
only because I haven’t really put my personal touch on you yet.”
    “Now
who's sounding cocky?”
    “Not
cocky, baby,” he denied. “I just know my capabilities.”
    “In
the bedroom, no doubt,” she said dryly.
    “Bedroom,
living room, dining room, bathroom; it don't matter to me where because with my
level of skill, you still won't be able to compare me to another.”
    “That’s
a high level of boasting for someone who has yet to back his claim up.”
    “Well,
if you'd let me show you, baby, you'd see the proof is in the way I put my back
in to it,” he teased and laughed when her mouth fell open.
    Catching
her off guard she didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Truth being
told, right now, she was having a hard time looking in his eyes.
    “Don't
tell me I finally rendered the great Perri Milan speechless.”
    She
rubbed the back of her neck just to have something to do with her hands. “I'll
be back in a minute,” she announced and turned to leave before he could
question her.
    Inside
her bedroom, Perri hung up the phone then sat on the edge of the bed, trying to
regain her composure before rejoining Barrington in the living room. Leaning
back on the bed, her hand brushed against her sketch pad. She'd forgotten she
even had it out. Getting up, she grabbed it, looked at the sketch of Barrington
one last time and, unable to help it, she smiled her butt off.
    “So,
this is what you were sketching when I called.”
    Perri
jumped, startled because she didn't hear him come into her room.
    “Easy,
baby girl, it's just me.” He grinned as he steadied her by the elbow. Taking
the sketch pad from her hands, Barrington admired what he saw. “You're really
good, you know.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “You're
welcome.” He shook his head in awe. “Everything is so detailed. It looks just
like me, he mused, amazed at her creative skills.” He looked at her then back
down at the picture he held in his hands. “This is really something else,
Perri. I mean . . . it's beautiful, my baby.”
    She
lowered her eyes. “Thank you, Barrington. I'm glad you like it.”
    “Like
it is an understatement, Perri,” he said, his expression puzzled. “So, why'd
you brush it off when I asked you about it earlier?”
    “I
didn't want you to know.”
    “Is
that right?”
    She
grinned. “That and the fact you ask too many questions.”
    Barrington
laughed. “Speaking of questions, I got just one more.”
    “Oh,
brother,” Perri rolled her eyes, “what now?”
    He
grew serious, gesturing to the sketch still in his hands. “Can I have this?”
    Perri
blinked several times trying to decide if she'd heard him right. “You seriously
want it?”
    “Yeah,
I want it, Perri, if you're willing to part with it.” He reached into his
pocket. “Tell you what, baby. I'll even buy it from you, be