KiltedForPleasure (4 page)

“Only someone like you would feel the need to keep score.”

“Aye.” He lifted the small table and turned it upside down. Though all his focus appeared to be on the table, she knew his attention was on her. “And that presents a problem.”

She leaned back and rocked the chair, needing something to soothe her. “It doesn’t.”

His laugh was as rich as Scottish whiskey. “So you say, but we have to work together.” He straightened, re-situated the table and then stalked toward her.

Avoiding him hadn’t worked so she’d ignore the way the tips of her breasts tingled whenever he let out a laugh. It wasn’t often so that gave it more impact.

She said, “We didn’t have to go room to room with each other. I would have sent you the pieces of the collection that needed repairs.”

He stopped in front of her, placed his hands on the arms of the rocking chair and then leaned down. She lifted her chin as though his need to trap her with his body had no bearing on the conversation they were having.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a forced calm.

“The solution is simple.” He was close enough to touch, but no part of her did.

“And what is it?”

“You act so calm under pressure, but your answers are breathy, and your hands are clutched together in your lap like your life depends on it.”

His decadent scent filled her lungs. Of course she sounded breathless. “You feel the need to unnerve me at every turn. Now, what’s this magic bullet?”

He placed a finger on her chin. “You make it easy to get under your skin.”

“The solution?” she asked again.

“How about drinks after we’re done here? That table over there is the last on our list. You can make amends for calling me goat-fucker.”

Booze, plus him seemed to equal a dumb-ass decision. Also, she wasn’t sorry for that particular insult. “I still have more work to do. I’m sorry but I’ll have to decline the offer.”

“The same Burke who’d have likely slept on my doorstep until I signed a contract has suddenly lost her guff?” He tutted in disappointment.

He dangled that as bait, and with him this close, she only wanted to bite into his lower lip as punishment. This was bad. “The only thing I need to know about you is whether or not you can competently repair the antiques.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I was worried there for a moment. The way you were looking at me…”

His position had forced her to hold his gaze. Heat burned in her chest, and she realized she’d been holding her breath. Letting it out, she took her time in replying—
okay
, she had to wait until her voice could come out cool, unaffected. “If you were the last man on earth, yada, yada.”

He laughed, and this time she was sure he’d taken her words as a challenge. She pushed him back and stood. For a fraction of a second, her palms lingered on his chest. His pecs under the shirt felt as wonderful as they looked.

Victoria snatched her hands away. Isn’t this how she’d screwed up in the first place? She’d lost sight of her goal because a man had made her swoon. She’d already gotten hoodwinked into taking care of her boss’ father. Victoria didn’t need to add sex with Callan to the situation.

“Back up.” She put a bit of steel in the words and hoped it would trickle down her spine.

He tilted his head, taking in her face. “If I misread you then I apologize about making you uncomfortable.”

Her brows shot up in surprise. She didn’t think he was the type to apologize, but nothing about him seemed consistent. He’d been a pain in her ass, gruff, impatient, thoughtful, uncaring and smart. She couldn’t catch a foothold around him, but the tension in her shoulders ebbed.

“Apology accepted.” After his nod of acknowledgment she added, “We’re at work. Let’s act like it.”

He stuffed his hands in his jacket’s pockets, his blue eyes so damn observant as he took her in. “For the record, I didn’t read you wrong.”

She huffed. They’d circled back to him being a pain in her ass. At least she’d found something consistent about him. “Tell me one thing, Callan.”

His lip twitched. “Aye?”

“Do you hit women in the head and then drag them into your cave by their hair? Because that’s the only way I can imagine you ever get laid.”

He took a moment to think about his answer. “Only the pulling hair part, but I’ve yet to get a complaint about that. So, the last thing on our list?”

Yup. That one thing was consistent. “Please, let’s get this over with.”

He laughed again. She had the distinct impression he’d taken her reply as another challenge.

CHAPTER FIVE

Just a few days had passed since Burke exploded into his life and already the woman was under Callan’s skin. He stopped at the top of Papa Baird’s stairs, letting the wave of tension pull on his scalp and skin. Next, as always, his cock hardened. Apparently, his body felt it was vital to his survival to have some preternatural sense of Victoria’s proximity.

He fought the urge to rest his head on the cold oak door. He’d spent the previous night working on the table, his thoughts intercepted by what could have happened in his work room if he’d lost his head that first day. What could have been finished in the MacDougal castle if he’d leaned in to kiss Victoria instead of antagonizing her.

Callan gave in and pressed his forehead against the cool wood. She’d run again this morning and looked right at home on the moors. Her black jumper was such a contrast to the green surrounding her. The tights had cupped the rounded curve of her arse. All he’d wanted was one taste of her.

No. That was a lie. He wanted to be the reason she panted. He yearned to hear just how husky her voice could get. He longed for the sound of their skin slapping together, making the delicious song of a good, dirty fuck. That and that alone is why he’d refused her offer of driving up to Papa Baird’s together.

He balled a fist against the door and wanted to ram it straight through. His anger at the situation was misplaced, but wanting her despite the consequences dug into him. He unfurled his fingers and wiped his mouth, which had gone dry just knowing how close she was.

Her steps echoed up the stone stairs. The noise of Glasgow almost ate the sound.
Reject the temptation. Think about Ian kicking your arse
. Think about anything but the way his shoulders bunched with anticipation.

Callan faced her. Being prepared to see her didn’t make his heart jump any less. She hadn’t bothered with a skirt suit today. She was dressed-down, fresh-faced and still he wanted her.

Fuck.

She smiled at him while he fought a mindless growl building in the back of his throat. It took three seconds but he finally won the inner battle.

“You look like sunshine this morning.” Well, he hadn’t curtailed all the growl. It was right there in his tone. So he leaned against the door to keep from grabbing her.

She stopped on the step below him, her gaze had turned wary as it should have. “You look calculating. That’s good, because I’ve been thinking.”

The woman had no respect for beating around the bush. Nothing but pleasure filled him at the knowledge she was a logical beast. “Aye?”

“You never said how old the Baird was?”

“The Baird?” He laughed because the designation sort of fit. Between his father, Tavin—who he rarely saw or talked to—and Douglass, the latter would definitely be the chieftain of the Bairds. “He’s fifty-seven.”

“Not that old.” She pinned him with a stare. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

“He can be a handful.” He hesitated, because that was an understatement. It’s why he’d told her so little. “You can’t back out now. You gave me your word.”

She waved her hand at the accusation. “Wasn’t trying. I just want to know what I’m walking into.”

Though he admired her straight-to-the-point personality, the woman needed to learn how to savor every moment. “Is this the point of the conversation where I stroke your ego?”

“If you’d like to.”

She probably didn’t mean for the words to sound sexual but they brushed along his spine anyway. “Don’t tempt me, Burke.”

Her eyes widened when she made the connection. “Not what I meant.”

“I know and my sentiment remains the same.”

She climbed the last step and they were only three feet apart. “You watched me again this morning.”

He’d never admit how determined he’d been just to see her run in her tights. “I like to take my coffee outside and greet the day.”

She met his words with a skeptical gaze. “You don’t strike me as a morning person.”

Like the day before when they went head-to-head over antiques, Callan fought the need to smile. “I greet the day by growling at it. We all have our own rituals.”

She tilted her head back and laughed. He bit into his lip to keep from running his tongue down her slender throat. Her laughter died down when she caught his expression. “Maybe we should go in.”

“Smart suggestion. One we should both listen to.” He crossed his arms. “Why’d you agree to this? You could have called Ian and let him know my terms.”

“I could have, but I didn’t.” A mixture of amusement and irritation filled her tone. “My reasons are a non-issue.”

Callan settled into his space and waited. Yesterday he’d learned a few things about the woman—the top being she couldn’t abide silence. One-by-one he could practically see her muscles bunching up as the quiet ticked by.

Victoria sighed and gave him an I-know-what-you’re-doing glare, but she caved like he knew she would. “Consultants tend to ask for anything that isn’t nailed down.”

He shook his head before she finished the explanation. She was good at prettying up her answers to make them sound professional and logical.

“You’re hungry for success,” he said. “If I asked you to bring me coffee from town every morning, you’d have agreed instead of telling me to go fuck myself. That’s determined. You don’t get that way from wanting to succeed but from needing to. I’m curious about what makes you tick.”

“Does it matter?” She shoved her hands in her back pockets. “You’re getting what you want in the end.”

He grunted as a tang of bitterness filled his mouth. “You being here isn’t what I want, lass. Need, aye. Don’t confuse the two things.”

She licked her bottom lip. Shame and guilt sapped all the amusement from her eyes. “I made a mistake, and I have to prove myself. Good enough?”

“I’ll take it.” He pushed off the door, restless at her answer and his need to know more. Now would be the perfect time to head inside and let go of all the things that intrigued him about her. Victoria started to tense up again in the silence and the shame continued to darkened her brown eyes.

Sweet Mary. He needed a knock to the head sometimes. “But now I’m going to wonder what you did. Got pissed at work and hit on your boss. Slapped your nosy coworker. No.” He tutted. A woman like Victoria wasn’t defensive because she wanted to be; she was defensive because she’d learned to be. “A man.”

She blinked, and he knew he hit the mark. He nodded. “Your masochistic tendencies make sense now. You must hate all men, but you just can’t help yourself when around them.”

“What do you know about S&M?”

“Enough to know it’s not my kink, but I’m willing to be curious with you.”

“Really. It’s a miracle.” Her face flushed with anger.

He took the obvious bait to get to the answers he wanted. “What’s a miracle, lass?”

“No woman has punched you in the throat yet.”

Callan caught the laugh in time but he had to break their gaze until the need passed. When it had, he stepped forward. “Most women are too busy wondering how big my cock is.” He talked over her shocked gasp. “So this man who fucked you over…”

“You are—” She just sputtered for a second. “He didn’t. I did it to myself.”

“Auch.” He hated the way shame had filtered into her voice again. “What a prick. I would never let you do that to yourself.”

An expression filled with exasperation crossed her face but she said, “Unless I ask because you’re polite like that.”

She’d caught on to him being an arse and was teasing him back. He liked her more for it. “Who made the actual mistake?”

She crossed her arms over her stomach. “You’re not going to let this go?”

Listening to her voice fluctuate through almost every emotion was riveting. They washed over him and staved off the cold. “I’m curious now.”

She sighed. “We were in a relationship.”

His shoulders tightened. “Colleague or a boss?”

“My boss,” she said in a very matter-of-fact way. “It was a small business, but well-respected. Anyway, he needed me to sign off on something. I hadn’t seen it, but I trusted him so I did. Turns out the item was an impressive forgery.”

Understanding settled into him down to his bones. He narrowed his gaze. “He blamed you. Awright. A prick.”

“Yeah.” She gave him a self-deprecating smile. “He threw me under the bus, but I made that mistake.”

He frowned. “You didn’t make one.”

“I trusted him. I believed he’d take care of me if the shit ever hit the fan. He didn’t. I chose him. I loved him so that’s on me.” She shrugged.

Her every action made sense now. She threw up boundaries because of his cousin’s rules. That was logical and admirable. But if Ian said she could fuck Callan six ways to Sunday, she’d find another excuse to say no.

The problem now was it felt like a challenge to be the one she’d risk the consequences for, to be the one she trusted. A woman like Victoria didn’t break, but she’d bend and it would be a thing of beauty.

A rush of need strummed through him. He preferred ordinary women. Digging into her motives and inspecting her make-up made it clear Victoria would be anything but…They should go inside and end this.

He took another step, dropping his hands at his sides.

She held her ground, lifting her chin. “More questions?”

He balled his hands to keep from brushing his knuckles across her stubborn chin. “Know now I’d never ask you to risk your integrity.”

“Ask, no.” Her breathing quickened. “Demand, probably. Sex with you would be—”

“Would be complicated. I’m not asking you to sign off on forgeries. I’m not asking for anything, to be honest.”