Page 50 of Planned Seduction

Chapter Ten

The unseasonably warm weather did nothing to improve Amy’s mood. It was a sweltering spring day, and the heat and her agitation combined to raise her body temperature a good few degrees above normal.

She stood in Daniel’s apartment, determined to get him to talk. Thanks to her friend, she’d suffered yet another sleepless night. The sense of rightness she’d experienced yesterday had inspired an innocent bedtime fantasy about their last kiss.

Unfortunately, the fantasy hadn’t remained innocent. It had morphed into a longing to touch him. All over. Explore every inch of his body with her hands and her mouth. And with the longing came the deepest desire for him to touch her in return. All over.

Bloody hell, she’d had erotic fantasies about her best friend all through the night. Dirty, sexy, hot fantasies that had left her panting and unfulfilled. And the fantasies only covered the physical frustrations of the night. They didn’t hint at her confusion about her changing feelings for Daniel. Or the questions that plagued her. What the hell was he so guarded about? What had he discussed with Vicky? More importantly, what did it have to do with her?

She’d get it out of him even if she had to use a crowbar to pry open his mouth. Today, he would reveal his secret.

If she had any hope of remaining calm and rational while wedging that crowbar into his mouth, she had to cool off first. Tamp down on her emotions and reduce her core temperature. She needed a swim, and there was a pool at the back of Daniel’s building. Hot and flushed, she slipped on her swimsuit in the bathroom.

She studied her reflection in the mirror, eyeing the tiny black bikini she wore. It was so flimsy it barely covered the essential bits. Why hadn’t she brought her sensible one-piece?

Because those darn erotic fantasies were still tumbling through her head, messing with her mind, and demanding Daniel take notice of her like she’d been taking notice of him these last twenty-four hours. That’s why. Because she wanted him as hot and bothered as she was.

She was fed up with denying her attraction. At some point soon, she was going to give in and admit it to Daniel. Her tiny scrap of a bikini was just the beginning. A tiny hint of the feelings that were growing every day.

Amy grasped the edge of the basin, closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths.

She didn’t just want Daniel hot and bothered. She wanted him naked and sweaty above her. And below her. And behind her. God, she wanted him inside her in every conceivable position.

The problem was, Amy’s irrepressible need to fuck her best friend didn’t change her fundamental beliefs about men. She couldn’t fall in love with Daniel, couldn’t have a relationship with him, because men left, and she wanted Daniel in her life forever.

And that left only one available option. An option where Amy could have it all—her best friend and her best friend’s body.

The friends-with-benefits option.

So long as their friendship remained strong and intact, they might just weather the storm of a physical relationship. And with that option settling into her head, Amy made her way back to the lounge room.

Daniel sat on a couch, browsing through a photography magazine. He wore a pair of navy swimming shorts that rode low on his hips. They looked good on him. They’d probably look better packed away in a drawer somewhere—leaving him buck naked.

She mentally shook her head. “I’m ready.”

He gave her a slow once-over. “Nice suit.”

“Thank you.” Her bland smile hid her disappointment at his mild response.

With a wide and not-so-innocent grin, he added, “My five-year-old niece has one like it.”

Typical.

“Same size, too.”

Amy studied her nails. How did he do it? Insult her and get her all hot at the same time?

“But,” he continued, unfazed by her apparent lack of interest, “Michelle has a problem with hers. Every time she jumps in the pool, the top slips off.”

She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it lucky I have something to hold my top in place?”

“You sure do.” Blue eyes shone with male interest as he gazed at the parts of her body holding said top in place.

“I was talking about the strap.” Her nipples beaded, but for once she did nothing to hide her response to him.

Let him stew over that one.

“Oh yeah. Sure. Me, too.”

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