“It’s just a little after nine. Bonnie usually comes with me. I sent her home because of the storm.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
“Fine.” Was this another tactic to lure her into his bed? She had to admit he was smoother than he’d been years ago.
Chapter Three
Jules watched as Grace slid the bank bag into the bin. The heavy metal door banged shut. “Would you like to go somewhere for a drink or something?”
Grace shook her head. “I’ve been on the move since six thirty this morning. All I want to do is go home and hit the bed.”
He hid a smile. Going to bed sounded like a plan but not alone and not to sleep. “I’ll walk you to your van.” He reached for her hand. She jammed it in her jacket pocket.
Definitely a challenge. He was up to meeting any evasion tactic on her part.
In single file they walked through the alley. Jules put his hands lightly on her shoulders as they moved through the long passage. When they reached her van parked in the small area behind the shop Jules stooped to examine the tires. “Lauren was right to worry. You’re almost riding on the rims. Hit one patch of black ice and you’ll end up against a tree.” Puffs of white vapor filled the air with each word.
“I’ve no choice. The van is my only means of transportation.” She pulled a ring of keys from her pocket. “I need to go back to the shop for some cupcakes. You can leave.”
He waited until she returned. He grabbed the keys dangling from her hand. She was not driving home. “I’ll take you.”
She shook her head. “That’s nice of you but how would I return to work tomorrow by seven thirty? The walks have to be cleared. There’s a town rule about that. Then I need to set up for business. We open at ten. I’ll be at the front until Bonnie arrives. Then I have to bake.”
He draped an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll come back and drive you. Even help shovel.” He crossed his fingers. Would she bite? If his plan worked he’d spend the night in her bed giving and receiving pleasure.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He winked. “Will give me more time to persuade you to sign the contract.” And for me to lure you into my arms. His dick rose in anticipation.
Grace shrugged off his arm. “Why do I think there’s more than a contract on your mind? Like sex.”
He turned her to face him. “I never force myself on any woman. Anything else between us will be by mutual agreement. I’m a gentleman.”
She laughed. His body took fire.
“I remember how you push. Didn’t work ten years ago. Why do you think today is any different?”
“Back then hormones ruled. I was a randy teen who wanted you.” He drew a deep breath of frigid air. At the moment his testosterone level moved toward critical mass. Just as years ago he wanted her in a bed with her beneath him and the dude making a grand entrance. “Let me take you know. If you refuse I’ll follow to rescue you when disaster occurs.”
She nodded. “I hope I won’t regret this.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t.”
“And you are promising to be a gentleman.”
“As gentle as you want.” He ran a gloved finger over her cheek. Jules opened the passenger door of the Jeep and waited while she transferred the boxes and climbed inside. He walked around the vehicle clearing the windows before sliding into the driver’s seat. Mentally he patted his back. Step one of his plan for seducing Grace had worked. Step two meant being invited inside her home. Might take a bit of finesse but he had a Master’s in persuasion.
As Grace gave directions his attention focused on the road, taking turns slowly on the snow slicked road. Having an accident would make him look foolish. Tension seeped from Grace’s body. His sense of confidence soared. His cock stood at attention.
Patience.
Before long he pulled into the snow-covered driveway of her unit in the condo complex. Almost before she moved he jumped down and grabbed his