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slamming the door behind her
and practically running for the safety of her room.
    I shouldn’t lead him on. She entered her room and
closed the door. I shouldn’t let him touch me. I shouldn’t want to fuck him
so badly my pussy’s on fire.
    She shouldn’t. But she had, and she did and she didn’t know
how much longer she’d be able to deny her desire for him.
    Her clit pulsed as if angry at the loss of Jared’s touch.
Her lower belly tightened when she thought about the touch of Jared’s hand. She
still felt it on her skin and the sensation still sent tingles of fire through
her.
    Next to her room, a door slammed. Jared, entering his room.
Probably planning to take a cold shower after the way she’d left him. She
needed one herself.
    She stripped off her clothes, leaving only her bra and
panties on, and stared at herself in the mirror. Flushed face, chest heaving as
she tried to catch her breath. Somewhere along the line her hair had gotten
tousled, and she looked like she’d just risen from a nap.
    No, not a nap. A fuck.
    She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. No more of that. No
matter how much Jared’s hands and lips had aroused her, she couldn’t let it go
any further. She worked with the man. They had to travel like this to half a
dozen more towns before JaBro’s busiest construction season picked up and they
no longer had the manpower to plant trees.
    Thank goodness they usually took only day trips. If she
could just get through tonight in this motel with him right on the other side
of the wall, she’d be fine.
    She didn’t like him. She certainly wouldn’t fuck him.
Even if her libido disagreed.

Chapter Two
     
    As soon as she caught her breath, she rummaged in her
suitcase for her normal T-shirt and jeans and put them on. Much better. Now she felt like herself again instead of some corporate bimbo.
    Just as she finished changing, a tap sounded on her door.
Had to be Jared. No one else in the motel even knew her.
    She confirmed her guess through the peephole and tensed.
Surely he didn’t expect to continue what they’d started in the car. She’d made
it clear—at least she hoped she had—that she didn’t want that kind of attention
from him. At least her rational brain didn’t, and she would force her body and
hormones to fall into line.
    Her first instinct was to ignore him. Let him spend the
entire night out there banging on the door if he wanted. Seeing him after that
little makeout session would be far too awkward. Her face heated at the
thought.
    “Cassidy, I know you’re in there,” he called. “Let me in. I
promise I won’t bite or anything else.”
    Rolling her eyes, she opened the door. “What do you want?”
she snapped. Maybe anger would cover her embarrassment.
    “Gosh, it’s nice to see you too.” He studied her outfit.
“You know, that’s a good look for you. In that suit of yours you looked like
someone jammed something up your ass and you didn’t know how to take it out.”
    Not just a jerk. A crude jerk. Even if he did look good in
the soft, faded jeans and tight T-shirt he’d changed into. The shirt
accentuated his muscular arms. Cassidy clenched her fists to keep from
caressing his chest. If she touched him, could she take him back to the boiling
point? Make him even harder than he had been? The bed sat only a few feet away,
practically begging for use. And not for sleeping.
    She shook the thought out of her head and gave him her best
long-suffering glare. “You’re so charming. What do you want?”
    He leaned against the doorjamb. “I thought I’d be nice and
ask you out to dinner to celebrate having anyone at all sign on for planting.
Maybe nice doesn’t work with you.” He frowned. “Seriously, Cassidy, if I didn’t
know better, I’d say you were a were-porcupine or something. All prickly and
spiny.”
    Were-porcupine? She stifled a laugh. If Jared knew
he’d amused her, it would just encourage him. “Only to certain people,” she
said