Page 29 of Harboring Shantae

Grocery shopping with Camron was interesting. He was a health freak. It wasn't like she didn't already know that about him; one look at his well-toned body and it was obvious. What she didn't realize was just how different their tastes actually were. For every healthy item he added to the cart, she added two junk food items, as he liked to call them.

It wasn't said maliciously. In fact, Camron went out of his way to make sure she was getting what she wanted, but there was no hiding how large his eyes got every time she tossed something sweet or sugary next to his fruit or protein.

"So, don't take this the wrong way ..." Not the best way for him to start a sentence, but she would let it slide. "But do you plan to eat cereal or cookies for dinner? Because I haven't seen you pick up a single dinner food item."

A giggle burst free at the seriousness of both his tone and on his face. He genuinely looked concerned for her well-being.

"I'm pretty sure you have enough chicken, turkey, and beef for the both of us. Besides, I'm not picky. I can cook just about anything with the ingredients you’ve already picked out."

"You planning on stealing my food?"

The way his hidden dimple popped out on his one cheek had her instantly wet. There was something to be said about a man with dimples. Especially one that was so well hidden by his normal expression that she was sure most people didn't even know it existed.

"You planning on marking your food with a particular-colored sticky note so I know which is off-limits?"

"Maybe." Now it was a full-blown smile and wow did it do funny things to her girly parts.

Down, girl.Getting hot and bothered in a grocery store full of people was the very definition of inappropriate.

"Then yes, I fully plan on stealing your food. Not only do I plan on stealing it, but I can assure you that I'm going to do a little jig in front of you as I enjoy every bite."

Camron slid up next to her with a hungry look in his eyes. It was the first time he had shown any interest in her other than to be her friend.

"Is that so? You planning on moaning when you eat my food?"

The audible gulp that slipped from her mouth could probably be heard all the way across the store. She wasn't sure how the situation went from carefree to the sexual tension that could be cut with a knife so quickly. But that one look said it all. He wasn't just talking about her eating food.

Gah! Now all she could imagine was the perfect body that she knew was under his clothes, thanks to the protein shake that drenched his shirt that morning and showed off every defined muscle.

"Maybe ..."

There was no maybe about it. She most likely would. Especially if it meant he spoke to her in that sexy voice while she ate.

They needed to get out of this store. Pronto. Because she was about to have a date with her hand in the bathtub.

Chapter 14

Nothingaboutthisarrangementwas going as he planned. Not that Panther actually had a plan when he flew out to finally meet Shantae. He went to D.C. with the intention of winging it and things quickly went to hell. It was a reminder of why winging it was never an option.

Now he was stuck living with the only woman who made him want a relationship again. He was married to her and, since he apparently couldn't keep his dick in check, was thinking of all the ways he wanted to fuck her.

Yeah, he was screwed.

Royally.

"So how's the roomie situation going?"

"I thought we were here to talk about how to best deal with the problem at hand, not gossip?"

Ray was the best in his field, but the man liked to jabber too much. And most of the time, it was some kind of joke. Panther wasn't sure he was ever serious about anything except work.

"So, that good, huh?" Ray waggled his eyebrows. "Let me guess. She walked around in some skimpy shorts and now you're fighting blue balls?"

It was scary how accurate that was. Except it wasn't the shorts that got him. Although Shantae's ass was incredible, he was a tits man and Shantae's were the best he had ever seen. He still couldn't get them out of his head. The way they plastered to her soaked shirt would forever live rent-free inside his mind.

"How about you don't talk about what my wife wears and I won't have to punch that pretty face of yours? A black eye and fat lip won't win you any favors with the ladies."

"On the contrary. I can probably get a few of them to want to nurse me back to health. The whole sexy nurse role-playing is actually pretty fun. It might be worth the beating."