She wasn’t looking for love or happily ever after. Her parents and then Michael had done an excellent job of curing her of those fantasies. But maybe a no-strings affair.
All she needed was someone suitable. He had to be attractive, convenient, he wouldn’t want anything more than sex, and he wouldn’t be upset to say good-bye when she was ready to cut him loose.
Kim even had a potential candidate in mind.
She worked in a building heaving with testosterone-charged men, but not one of them had ever so much as flirted with her. It didn’t matter that up until now she hadn’t wanted them to. The point was she was a woman, and at least some of them should have tried. She suspected Jake had something to do with scaring them off—he was way too protective of her. But Steve, her potential target, had only recently joined the company and hadn’t yet developed the male attitude of pretending she was part of the furniture. He was her best bet, and all she needed was a little cooperation from Jake.
“So. Security detail at a party,” she said. “Who’s my partner going to be? Who’s going to get the benefit of this new, glamorous me?” She tried for an ingenuous smile. “I think Steve would be good, don’t you?”
“Steve?” Jake’s eyes narrowed; she should have known he wouldn’t go for the ingenuous look.
“You know—the new guy. Tall, dark—”
“I know who he is, and you’re going with Dave.”
Kim scowled. “Dave’s married.” Not to mention he had a seven-months-pregnant wife—definitely not a candidate for her itch-scratching position.
“What the hell has that got to do with anything?” His feet hit the floor.
Kim contemplated telling him, but his expression persuaded her otherwise. While Jake had helped out with just about every aspect of her life as she pulled herself together slowly after her disastrous marriage, she could hardly expect him to take on her love life, or rather complete lack of love life, as well. She quashed her disappointment.
“I’ll be at the party,” he said.
“You will? You’re working?”
“No, I’m going as a guest. With Nadia.”
“Oh.” Kim muttered the word in disgust. She’d never had a particularly high opinion of Jake’s women, but she reckoned he’d reached an all-time low with Nadia.
He quirked a brow. “What does ‘oh’ mean?”
“Well, you know me, I don’t normally like to stereotype anyone—not even your girlfriends—but for Nadia I have to make an exception. I get that she’s a model, but does that mean she has to be a complete airhead? Not to mention a little on the wacky side.”
“Wacky?”
His eyes glinted with amusement. But really, Nadia wasn’t funny.
“Yeah, wacky. She actually came up to me last week and asked what you wore in bed.” Kim rolled her eyes. “Wouldn’t she be more likely to know that than me?”
Jake didn’t answer, and Kim dropped the subject. Nadia didn’t matter—Jake’s girlfriends never lasted long.
She cast him a sideways glance. He’d obviously showered and changed since he’d gotten back from the office. His hair was still damp, he was dressed in his usual relaxing gear of black sweats and a black T-shirt, and his feet were bare.
In some ways, it was a pity about the whole sex-with-Jake-not-an-option thing. On the surface, he was an ideal contender for her itch-scratching position, ticking nearly all the boxes on her list.
For a start, he was way beyond attractive. With his thick, dark hair that always looked sexily ruffled like some woman had just run her fingers through it, his high cheekbones, strong, straight nose, and beautifully stern mouth. He was six feet three inches of lean, mean, drool-worthy man.
Secondly, he was convenient. They not only worked together, but lived in the same apartment building. Jake up here in the penthouse, while she had a more modest one-bedroom apartment way below him.
Thirdly, he’d never want more than sex—Jake didn’t do commitment. He was her role model.
Ultimately, though, he failed the biggest requirement because saying good-bye to Jake afterward would not be an option. He was her best friend. And even if he’d shown interest in her in a sexual way, Kim wouldn’t risk losing his friendship over something that could only be temporary.
He was far too important to her.
She glanced up and found him watching her intently. “What?” she asked.
“Just wondering what was going through that brain of yours.”
She tossed him a bright smile. “I was trying to decide when you’re going to admit I’m as good at the job as any of the guys, and it’s not fair to keep me off the interesting cases.”
“The interesting cases are also the most dangerous ones.”
“That’s what makes them interesting,” she answered, annoyed that she should have to explain this to a man whose hobbies included skydiving and mountain climbing.
“Let’s see how you perform on Saturday.”
When Kim opened her mouth, he continued, “Don’t argue. I’m being patient here. But I’m not a nice man, and you’d be wise not to forget that.”
A shiver of unease ran through her. Why would he tell her he wasn’t nice? Though he didn’t look nice; in fact, dressed all in black and with a reckless glint in his hooded eyes, he looked like a thoroughly bad character. But Kim knew that deep down, Jake was a total marshmallow—he just preferred that the rest of the world saw his crispy, burned edges. It helped in his line of business.
She scoffed, “You’ve always been nice to me.”
“Perhaps where you’re concerned, I have my motives.”
“She had an idea what those motives were. He still felt sorry for her. Kim started to speak, but Jake waved her off. “Movie time.” He flicked a switch at his side and part of the wall opposite slid open to reveal a huge widescreen TV.
Kim heaved a sigh just to show she wasn’t happy, but then reached for the bowl of popcorn at her side. For the next ninety minutes, she did her best to concentrate on the film, but there was a horrible uneasy niggling in her stomach.
As the closing credits appeared, she turned to Jake. “About these motives. You want to give me a hint?”
“Not yet. But soon.”
Was he ever going to see her as a strong, independent woman and not the pathetic divorcée he’d first hired? Well, she’d just make it her mission to show him she had more than a little badass in her as well…