Sean arrived with a real bouquet of tulips in one hand and a six-pack of root beer in the other. A day’s worth of stubble covered his jaw and his eyes held a stormy intensity she recognized from his rebellious teenage years.
That expression vanished the second he laid eyes on her. It was replaced by one hundred percent l**t. That was exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for when she put on the black slip dress that barely reached the middle of her thighs.
He dropped the bouquet on her little entryway table then set the six-pack on top of the poor tulips. Oblivious to the squished flowers, he advanced toward her like a beast arrowing in on his prey.
“Um…hi, Sean!” With every nerve in her body already on fire, she took an involuntary step back.
“Yeah,” he growled, his hot gaze sweeping
