In Too Close

“And you think you do?” she asked. She doubted that Bradley had ever really paid any attention to anything other than himself. He was fun, flirty and way too self-absorbed, or so she’d always thought.

“I know I do,” he said.

“Cocky and arrogant, as always,” she said. “Okay, hotshot. Prove it.”

“I know that you’re an executive now, so you’ve met your business goals. I know that you’re going to be thirty on December 31. And I know that we made a bargain with each other that if we were both still single at thirty...”

He let the words trail off and she lay in her bed, sheets twisted around her hips, shaking her head that he’d beaten her to it. She wanted to be mad but could only laugh. This was one time when she was glad he had won. His ability to always rise to any challenge was one of the things she’d always liked about him.

“I wasn’t sure you remembered,” she admitted.

“How could I forget?” he asked. “I’ve had a thing for you for years, but you’ve always kept your distance.”

“It was hard to tell you wanted me through all the women surrounding you,” she quipped.

He laughed. “Touché. So, you still want to give it a try?”

He was so blasé about it that she wondered if there was something she was missing. She’d spent her entire adult life focused and contained so that she wouldn’t do anything stupid like she had when she was twenty. Now, ten years later, she’d accomplished everything she’d always wanted to.

She had it all...except for a lover.

And playboy jokester Bradley...well, he turned her on like no one else, and unless she’d missed something, he could be hers. She wanted him in her life temporarily to sooth that sexual ache that was keeping her up at night. It wasn’t surprising, given his virile nature and how demonstrative he was all the time, but over the years she’d always felt a little ping of excitement in her stomach whenever he called her or walked into a room.

“Do you?” she asked, throwing the ball back into his court.

“I brought it up. Do I really have to be the one to say yes first?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said. She needed to be very careful about how she handled this because she wanted to keep their friendship intact. He was one of her longest relationships, and he got her in ways others didn’t. Maybe he wasn’t as self-absorbed as she’d always wanted to believe. Her girlfriends all teased her about being too intense, but not him. She guessed it was because she was always busy and distracted with work. Plus, as her female friends started getting married and having kids, she’d stepped back. That whole thing—husbands, kids, settled life—it wasn’t her.

“Okay, fine, I want to try dating and see if our friendship can be more.” He paused. “And if not, it will finally put to rest that nagging question.”

“What nagging question?” she asked, trying to play it cool. Bradley and this affair thing were like a business deal. But in her heart she knew it was more.

“Was that kiss a fluke or is there real sexual attraction between us?” he asked.

“Oh, I think it was real,” she said. “As real as you can get.”

* * *

BRADLEY HUNT LEANED farther back in his seat in the departure lounge at London’s Heathrow airport. Cradling his smartphone in his hand, he pictured Elizabeth with her long blond hair falling around her shoulders, her blue-green eyes sleepy, maybe even drifting shut, and wearing some sort of pajamas that covered her from her neck to her toes. She was that buttoned-up, but there had always been something more lingering beneath the surface. She needed a lover to awaken her and remind her she was young.

Hiding in the depths of her beautiful eyes he occasionally caught a fleeting glimpse of fire and passion. And he’d wanted to unlock it, but she’d shut him down each and every time.

Starting when they’d first met...

They’d originally crossed paths when she’d stopped in front of his frat house on her moving-in day at the University of Texas at Austin and asked for directions. She’d been so damned cute with her ponytail and large horn-rimmed glasses that he’d been unable to resist making a pass. And, being Elizabeth, she’d turned him down flat.

He’d taken that rejection as a challenge and the game between the two of them had started. A game she’d done her best to simply ignore until that kiss five years ago that had culminated in a sweet, slightly inebriated bargain.

Back then, on that one unforgettable night, it had seemed as if he was finally going to get a chance to see if the attraction between them was genuine, but in the end...she’d been too vulnerable. He intended to win and have her in his bed, but not because she was feeling lonely and any man would do.

He’d have felt like a cad if he’d gone through with seducing her when she was clearly so not herself. The Elizabeth he wanted to make love with was feisty and confident. Not scared of ending up alone. She was this woman. At her prime. Youngest general manager in the Lars Usten Corporation. He was very proud of her and had never wanted her more.

But with Elizabeth, just as with any competitor, he couldn’t let her see it. He’d built his business from the ground up with hard work. One client at a time. Which was why he had to keep her guessing about how he felt and what he really wanted. She liked the challenge as much as he did. “What makes you think the attraction is real?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Because you wouldn’t still be sniffing around if it wasn’t.”

He laughed despite himself. “So true. And you wouldn’t be talking on the phone with me in the middle of the night unless you wanted...me.”

“I’m not going to deny it,” she said. “I have thought of that kiss at Marina’s wedding more than once.”

Seeing her younger sister married five years ago, coming on the heels of a bad breakup, had shaken Elizabeth. It hadn’t taken a rocket scientist to understand it. He’d glimpsed beneath the outer facade of his best friend and something had changed inside him at that moment.

“I still can’t eat chocolate cake without remembering the way it tasted on your lips,” he admitted.

“Me, either,” she said softly. “So, are you—we—really doing this?”

“Doing what?” he drawled, unable to resist teasing her.

She cleared her throat. “You know...are we going to try the friends-with-benefits thing?”

“Yes. I want to,” he confessed, totally serious now. “You have your career on track and my business is going steady. There’s nothing stopping us.”

She took a deep breath. “This is just sex, right? You know I’m still not interested in anything long-term.”

“Yes.” For now. Bradley knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had everything that Elizabeth had to offer. Until she was his, body and soul. But for the time being, friends with benefits worked for him.

He heard the rustle of sheets as she rolled over. Feeling an all-too-familiar throbbing, he straightened his legs to make room for his erection as he pictured her topless, wearing only a pair of sheer black panties....

His imagination took over. If he were with her right now, he would take both of her wrists in one of his hands and hold them behind her back so that her breasts were thrust forward. He’d move in closer to caress her but wouldn’t touch her until she was calling his name, begging for more.

“Bradley?”

He shook himself and thrust his hand through his hair as he realized he needed to get her into bed...and the sooner the better so he could stop fantasizing about her.

“I suggest dinner, once you’ve had a chance to recover from the jet lag. Do you think in two days time would be okay?”

“Yes.”

“We can talk about the details of our arrangement then,” she told him.

“Lizzie, do you really have arrangements with the men you sleep with?” he asked harshly. “I’m not another corporate entity that you are trying to merge with.”

“I know that, really, I do. But I’m not sure how to approach this without keeping it more in business terms. I don’t want—”

“To get hurt, the way you were when Ken left you,” he said.

She didn’t say anything and he wondered if he’d gone too far, but the truth was, they weren’t like other couples that were starting a relationship. They knew each other’s pasts and closely guarded secrets. In a way, Bradley thought it might make things easier. Yet she was still a mystery from his point of view. And he was dying to know how they’d be in bed.