“No. Just
wanted to know more about you.”
Julianne
controlled her expression, not wanting him to see her shock. Keenan’s
smile, that same damn affable one, made her know that he was aware
he’d unsettled her. She didn’t like it one bit. His hands rested on
the table. Her mind flashed, imagining his fingers on her skin.
Julianne stiffened.
“Well, now
you know a bit. I would offer you a tour of the place, but I really
need to get to work.” Julianne stood.
She gasped
as Keenan moved to hold out her chair for her. For such a big man, he
was fast.
“Thanks.
Let me see you out.” She strode towards the door and reached to open
it.
His hand on
her arm stopped her. Julianne held in the shudder at his touch. She
closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them she’d blanked her
face into the business persona she used with a difficult client. It
kept them at bay and offered her a shield of control. She glanced at
him with a cool look. “Is there something further?”
“Trying to
put up a barrier against me won’t work.”
“I don’t
have any idea what you mean.” The lie rolled off her tongue easily.
Internally,
she cursed. She was usually blunt and able to handle things.
“You do. It
was the same reason that I was so rude at the hospital when I spoke
with you. There’s a spark between us, Julianne.” Keenan’s smile was
gentle and his look knowing. The sound of her first name in his sexy
voice was almost her undoing. Julianne refused to let him affect
her—she pulled her arm away from his. Keenan stroked her skin before
her released her.
“All we
have is business. And, since that’s done, we have nothing further to
say,” she replied.
“We had business. I didn’t want to pursue anything while I was doing my
investigation. Now that it’s complete, there’s a lot for us to
discuss. I want to get to know you better, Julianne. Have dinner with
me?” Keenan’s light green gaze was intent.
“I don’t
date,” she said, firmly.
“Why?” he
fired back.
Julianne
gritted her teeth. It figured he would push the issue and question
her. “None of your business. Even if I did date, I don’t like
aggressive men.”
“That’s
good to know, since I’m not aggressive.” Keenan grinned affably.
“Could have
fooled me,” Julianne muttered.
“I do go
after what I want,” he said softly.
Julianne
was caught by the look in his eyes. It was tender and possessive. She
clenched her fist. He had no right to have such an expression. They
didn’t know each other.
But you want to, her inner voice goaded.
No, I don’t, she countered.
Keep lying to yourself. You want to go out with him,
the infernal voice said.
No, I do not. He’s already driving me to talk to myself. I don’t need
the hassle, she told herself firmly.
Julianne
wrenched open the door, gesturing for him to leave. Keenan took her
silent urging and passed her. Julianne followed. He turned suddenly,
crowding her. Gasping, she stepped back instinctively before she
caught herself and stood her ground. Scowling, Julianne glared at him.
“I unsettle
you.” His grin was smug.
“You
startled me,” she retorted.
“Deny it all you want, but you’re
intrigued by what there might be between us. I’m a patient man. I can
wait until you come around. You have my number. Call me when you
change your mind.” Keenan shrugged, turning, then strode away.
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