Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

you could do anything with him,” Wesley said as he popped in. “I bet pinching him drained you. That’ll teach you to fool around.” He looked at Selena. “Her fooling around is what got us killed in the first place.”

Dixie glared at him. “It was your fault and you know it.”

“Does it really matter?” Selena asked. Their arguing was starting to get on her nerves. She couldn’t imagine listening to them for the next two weeks. “It’s not like you died yesterday or anything.”

“I suppose not,” Dixie conceded with a shrug of one shoulder. But when she looked at Selena once again, there was a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “But you do have to admit he has a body that could make a…ahem…dead woman hot.”

“Funny.” But Selena knew Dixie was right. Trent had certainly left her wanting more. He’d looked even better naked.

Ohhh, and he had a nice firm butt. He had a really nice butt. One you could grab hold of and squeeze, pulling him in closer…tighter.

Her body tingled as heat swirled inside her and settled in the juncture of her legs. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she imagined him entering her. He’d probably slide in slow at first, making sure she was ready….

“Yes, I can see you did enjoy me opening the door.” A knowing smile curved Dixie’s lips, then just as quickly drooped. “If only sex were an option for me and Wesley.” Just as quickly, she brightened. “We’ll just have to feed off all that lovely energy you two are going to create. You know, live vicariously through you.”

In an instant, they’d vanished.

Live vicariously through her and Trent? Not if she had anything to say about it!

Lord, this was going to be the longest two weeks of her life. Especially if Dixie continued with her childish pranks. Not only did she have her ghosts, but apparently they were horny.

Well, she wouldn’t let them trap her into doing something she shouldn’t do. Trent was her enemy. She was almost certain it was taboo to like him, and she didn’t have sex with anyone she didn’t like. She was pretty certain lusting would be okay, though.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway leading to the kitchen.

Suddenly, the lights went out, leaving her with only one candle. Make that three. One on the table and one on the counter flamed to life. The vanilla scent swirled around her senses just as Trent stepped over the threshold. There was enough light that she could see one of his eyebrows rise in question.

Her gaze swept the room, knowing exactly what he was thinking—that she was trying to seduce him. Who wouldn’t think that? Soft candlelight sensuously scenting the room with a soft vanilla aroma, the bottle of wine she’d left out, romantic music, dinner cooking in the oven.

Great.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” she said.

“And what am I thinking?” His words held a husky timbre telling her that he was thinking exactly what she thought he’d be thinking…and it didn’t bode well for her. Damn it, she didn’t want his body.

Okay, maybe she did, but that didn’t mean she’d act out her fantasies.

She’d kill Dixie and Wesley, except they were already dead so it wouldn’t make her feel a bit better. It was a nice thought, though.

“Could you hit the light switch?” she asked.

He clicked it a few times, but nothing happened. “The bulb must’ve burned out.”

She wanted to tell him, “I told you so,” but figured her silence said it all.

“I thought I’d run to the store and grab something for dinner. Did you need anything?”

Rat poison?

Guilt washed over her. Here he was offering to run to the store, and she was thinking ugly thoughts. They were going to be living together for the next two weeks, so they might as well be civil. After all, he was going to lose. She should cut him a little slack.

“Mom made plenty for dinner. There’s no way I can eat it all, and I hate leftovers. If you’d like to join me, then you can.” That was the lamest invitation she’d ever extended.

He barely hesitated. “Okay.”

She motioned toward the bottle of wine. “It’s nothing expensive. There’s a glass in the cabinet.”

He strode forward and opened the cabinet door. She hadn’t realized how close she was standing to the bottle. How close he would be to her when he poured himself a glass. Or how great he would smell as he stood near her.

She inhaled. Gio. She had a very sensitive nose. Why the heck did he have to wear one of her favorite colognes? Just in time, she caught herself from leaning closer to him. She was practically plastered against him now.

She should be doing something…anything. Trent was the enemy. She couldn’t go soft. Dixie said Trent certainly hadn’t been soft. She almost groaned as that vision filled her mind. This wasn’t good. It was as if Trent filled her every thought. She wouldn’t let him have the upper hand….

Her gaze wandered to his hands. The way he held the stem of the wineglass, his thumb lightly caressing before he raised it to his mouth…. Her nipples tightened.

She turned on her heel and went to the equally antiquated refrigerator and opened the door.

Think about something else!

Vegetables. That was a good topic. Safe.

Bless her mother. “Eat your vegetables” was her favorite saying. When Selena had asked why, her mother had told her so her eyes wouldn’t fall out.

She still didn’t understand the answer, but she’d been so afraid her eyes would fall out, she’d eaten all the icky leaves on her plate. Now she loved salad. Her mother might be a little ditzy at times, but she had a heart of gold.

Come to think about it, Selena’s eyes were still firmly in place, too. Well, they had been until Dixie opened the bathroom door and she’d caught more than a glimpse of Trent’s backside. That had almost made them pop out.

Darn it, she had to stop thinking about Trent,