The Tycoon's Kiss (Taming of the Sheenans) by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter [Porter, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: wealthy, cowboy, wedding, brides, billionaire, Montana, series
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group
Published: 2014-04-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

His mouth felt firm and cool against hers and yet somehow the pressure of his lips against hers, made her skin burn and her lips tingle.

Hot, electric darts of sensation raced through her, making her ache.

Making her want more.

Her lips parted beneath his and she felt the tip of his tongue on the inside of her lip and she nearly whimpered at the pleasure of it.

He ended the kiss, stroked his thumb across her cheek and then sat back and regarded her from beneath lowered lashes.

“Well?” Taylor whispered, amazed that a kiss could feel so good.

“I think we can be friends.”

Her heart fell. He felt no chemistry with her, and it’s what she wanted. At least, it’s what she told herself she wanted. But hadn’t she also told him the very same thing?

Taylor pressed her lips together, fighting the sudden urge to cry. “Good,” she said huskily. “That’s great news.”

“So you think you can manage the Ball?”

Her eyes felt hot and gritty and she swallowed hard. “Should I just meet you there?”

“You don’t want me to pick you up?”

“Well, if we’re just friends, it seems silly to make you leave your own hotel to come get me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t. You’re quite nice about things like that, and I still appreciate you taking the time to return my phone to me last night.”

“Friends do nice things for each other.”

She struggled to smile but couldn’t. Her eyes burned and her throat ached and she wanted to climb into her bed and pull her covers up over her head and cry.

And she didn’t even know why she wanted to cry. It’s not as if she liked him. It’s not as if she had any feelings for him, either...

“So I’ll pick you up,” he said after a moment. “How does five forty-five sound?”

“Good,” she said.

“Great. It’s a date.”

***

Troy walked Taylor back to the library parking lot. He waited until she’d safely left before he started his SUV.

He’d eaten dinner but he needed a drink.

He was staying at the Graff tonight, and he could easily get a drink there. It’d be convenient to pull up to the hotel, have valet take the car, and be done with it. He’d get served fast in the bar, too, as the staff at the hotel knew him and jumped to please him, but Troy wasn’t comfortable with all the jumping and scraping. The constant display of deference put him on edge. For God’s sake, this was Marietta, Montana and he wasn’t a Rockfeller but a Sheenan.

One didn’t bow and scrape to a Sheenan. Sheenans got into scrapes. Sheenans were tough and practical. Sure, Troy had made some money in the fifteen years since he finished college, good money, money didn’t make a man, and money certainly didn’t define him.

Troy drove down Main Street to Grey’s Saloon.

No one at Grey’s bowed and scraped. Grey didn’t tolerate airs. The only one at Grey’s Saloon with attitude was Grey himself, the surly bastard.

Troy stepped from his SUV, pocketed his keys, entered the corner building, and took a seat at the bar.

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