swiped to wake the device. “Sure.”
He put her phone number in his contacts.
“Now I just need a picture for your profile.” He held up the phone and was immediately grateful for the upgraded camera he had. “My god, you’re beautiful.”
Betty laughed. “Says the model.”
He lowered his phone. “Says the man. Any man who enjoys a beautiful woman would agree with me. Hell, even if they play for the other team, they’d recognize your appeal, especially when you bat those eyes. I thought about those eyes a lot in the last ten years.”
She lost the joking lilt to her smile and the air thickened around them. He hoped he wasn’t coming on too strong. Or too desperate, but he regretted not picking up the phone to call Betty more than blowing his savings on parties. He regretted only having one night with her. He didn’t want to walk away from her again with any regrets.
Nate had heard about his friends finding the one. He’d heard about chemistry and feeling something in their guts that told them this was different. He’d always thought it was a crock of shit. A girl was a girl, or at least that’s what all the other models had told him. They never got how he could be in love with someone he couldn’t touch. Nate always tried to explain how she made him feel, but it never came out well. And he couldn’t convince the other guys on the shoot anyone was worth giving up his freedom for. But this wasn’t anyone. This was Betty Townsend. This was the girl who’d written him letters when he couldn’t even get his so-called friends to answer the phone. And she was looking at him like she regretted letting him go just as much as he regretted leaving.
He should get out of here. He should let the past be the past, but the air was too thick. He remembered the tug on his heart, he’d always had with Betty. But he’d forgotten how intense the heat was when she got near him. He knew he wasn’t being responsible. He’d been hired to take his clothes off. He didn’t expect a second chance to be naked with Betty. But this was not how he wanted it to happen. He wanted to have a good job. He wanted to run into her in the supermarket and ask her out. He wanted to pick her books up for her when she dropped them, just like she used to do in High School. He’d known she was dropping them on purpose then to get his attention. He hadn’t cared. She always smiled when he picked them up. It was worth all the tardy slips.
Now he could recognize the look in her eyes. He’d seen other women look at him like they wanted to climb on top of him. He’d had nights with other women, but this was Betty. He was getting a second chance, and even if this wasn’t the way he’d wanted to see her again, the only way he wanted to move was toward her.
“Betty. Can I kiss you?”
Her eyes widened. Then she nodded in slow motion, and her dark chocolate waves swung into her eyes.
He stalled when he tucked her bangs behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek, and when he rubbed his thumb across her lips, he found them too soft to resist.
Nate prayed his Velcro would hold. Betty was successful, she was beautiful and she deserved so much more than a failed stripper. He shouldn’t be leaning in for a kiss, but as his lips touched hers, he really couldn’t give two shits about what he was supposed to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nate Dallas was kissing her. The man who had been in her head when she’d made sure to replace the batteries in her vibrator last week was kissing her.
His hand was tangling in her hair. But his body was too far away.
Betty was alone in her apartment with the one that got away. If she didn’t take advantage of this, she was insane.
She was probably a little insane for wanting to hop on the plumber like a horse and ride him all the way to the bedroom, but she could give two shits. And those two shits she did give ran streaking down the hallway when his tongue touched hers. She opened for him like she did all