Royal Trouble by Becky McGraw Page B

out of here," he said taking a step toward the door, but she put a hand on his shoulder.
    "Wes, please," she begged and gently pushed him back toward the stall.  With a huffed breath, he nodded then opened the stall door and disappeared inside.  When she heard the lock slide shut, and saw his feet disappear, she went to open the bathroom door.
    "It's about damned time," the short older woman grumbled as she pushed her way inside.  "What the hell were you doing in here?" she asked shuffling quickly to the first stall door and pulling.  The stall where Wes was hiding out. 
    Nervously, Leigh Ann stuttered, "Th-that one is occupied, try the other one.  I wasn't feeling well, so I locked the door for a second, sorry."
    "Inconsiderate twit," the old lady said and stomped into the second stall.
    Grumpy old bitch .  Leigh Ann's hand flew to her mouth even though she only thought the words, and she held back a giggle. 
    She imagined Wes was having a hard time holding back his laughter too.  She didn't know about him, but her insides felt like they were infused with champagne bubbles.  Light, airy and weightless, sparkling.  Leigh Ann wanted more of those kisses, but she wasn't so sure it was a good idea.  Getting involved with Wes Jepson could cause all kinds of problems.  She worked for him, worked with him...and they lived together.  If it didn't work out between them, she would lose her job.  With Trey in the house, if they took things further it could hurt him.
    But damn if she didn't want to do that.  For the first time in her life, Leigh Ann had kissed someone she wanted to kiss, someone who knew how to kiss, and had the sexual experience to make it good for her too. 
    Unlike, stodgy banker Perry Simmons, fiancé number three, the youngest of her fiancé's at forty-five, the only man she had ever been with.  All Perry had taught her was actual sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  Her battery-operated-boyfriend she kept tucked in her makeup case had been much, much better.  At least it didn't run out of energy and leave her hanging, because he finished before her. 
    Perry had made Leigh Ann start to think she might be frigid or something, because she never finished with him.  She never even got started.  Wes had just proved her theory to be bunk.  With him, she definitely had no problem getting started.  And she'd bet he could show her what all the hype was about. 
    Don't give away the milk for free, Leigh Ann, or they'll never buy the cow .  Her mother had said those words to her before, and damn her to hell for her repression.  She was twenty-six years old, and knew next to nothing about sex.  That was going to change.  Leigh Ann was going to find out exactly what she had been missing.  With Wes Jepson.
    The look on Wes's face when he came out of the stall after she knocked to let him know the coast was clear told her that wasn't happening tonight, probably not ever.  He wouldn't even look her in the eye, as he breezed by her without a word to yank open the bathroom door. 
    "Let's eat, I'm starving," he said as he held the door open for her to go first.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    A week later, on his knees in front of the closet in his office, Wes rifled through the boxes trying like hell to find his field notes.  He needed to do the charting he'd put off for three months.  On the third box of junk now, he sorted through a few vials of expired drugs, an unopened box of dog treats and a nasty looking bottle of flea bath, but not his notes.
    Frustration built inside of him, and he yelled, "Leigh Ann!"  Then went back to digging through the box. 
    He had been able to keep his distance from Leigh Ann while her sister was here finishing up her training.  Roxanne was gone now, and he needed help, so he didn't have a choice but to ask Leigh Ann.  He had been avoiding her, because he started something with her at that restaurant he wasn't going to finish.  But he didn't want to tell her that,