Chapter 9

• Her eyes dropped to his groin briefly and then she quickly glanced away flushing. Did he have the same affect on her as she did on him? If he pulled her into his arms and slid a hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt, and then between her legs would she be wet for him. Roth groaned inwardly as his cock hardened further. If he didn't get a handle on this attraction for her it would be a nightmare having her sleeping down the hall from him. Fuck, this was a bad idea. Bad or not, it was what he wanted. By the way she flushed and averted her gaze so frequently, especially after the marriage comment he assumed that indeed she did as well. Hoped she did.
• At the coffee shop he was just another asshole customer, one of hundreds; hell, thousands she served each week. He wanted to know if he was more than just another guy to her. "Don't underestimate your abilities, Ruby. I have faith in you." He had a warm smile on his face, as he gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder.
• Ruby laughed lightly as they approached the kitchen. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you well in advance." "Warning noted." As they walked into the massive, fully equipped kitchen Ruby gasped beside him. "This is your kitchen!" Roth shrugged. It looked like any other kitchen to him. "Your kitchen, if you want the job." Remembering the large library of cookbooks in cabinet over the sink he brushed past her and retrieved roughly a dozen of them. Carrying them over to the sit-down breakfast bar he plunked them down. "And this will be your homework." He watched as she inspected the books, apprehension in her expression as she picked one up and flipped through it. Taking the book she was fingering through from her, he placed it back on the counter and took her hand. "You can study later. Come on... Let me show you your room and the rest of the house." Fearing she would back out, thinking it was too much, he decided giving her the rest of the tour would perhaps persuade her to give it a shot.