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He pretended to be offended. "Girl, are you sayin' I'm not a big shot pro football player?"
"Of course you are," I said nicely. "But pro ball and Hollywood are continents apart."
"I knew I should have signed with an American team." The side of his mouth pulled up. "Then you'd take me seriously."
"I still wouldn't," I said. "You'd still be you."
He frowned, but a smile tugged at both corners of his mouth now. "I don't know if I should be offended or happy about that." He cocked his head. "I'll think about it and let you know."
I snorted. "Being you is a good thing." I paused before I added, "I think."
He chuckled. "Being me is pretty awesome. Especially right now."
"Because you've got this amazing career playing football. Women throw themselves at you all day long." I'd noticed several staring, or giggling with their friends over him. I was sure he wouldn't spend the night alone. Why did that make me want to claw their eyes out?
I went on. "You're tall and pretty okay to look at, and?—"
"Because I'm sitting here looking at you," he said, over me and the music. "You're pretty okay to look at too. More than okay, you're beautiful."
I blushed. "If you think I'm going to fall into bed with you, just because you said that…"
I thought he was going to apologise. Instead, he shrugged and said, "It was worth a try. We can still work together though, right?"
It took me a few moments and a sip or two to compose myself.
"Yes, just don't go flirting with me like that, okay?" If a guy was going to give me compliments, I wanted him to believe it. Otherwise I wouldn't. A relationship based on flattery wouldn't last very long.
"Okay." He sounded meek, but he didn't look it. His brown-eyed gaze was intense, like he was trying to see into my soul, or something. "Working relationship. I can do that. I won't promise I won't flirt a little bit though. That's who I am. I'll try to keep it appropriate. Hands in my pockets and all that."
"You should probably keep them where I can see them," I said. Don't picture him with his hand curled around his cock.
I eyed his hands again. I bet he could be gentle and tender when he wanted to be. How would it feel to have him touch me… My nipples pebbled.
I took a gulp and tried not to choke. I really needed to keep my thoughts in check around him. When he wasn't around too. We'd work together, nothing more.
He placed his hands, palms down, on the table. "See, no funny business." His boyish smile made my pulse race a little faster.
This would be a lot easier if he wasn't so bloody hot.
Who was I kidding? If he had a face like a potato, he'd still be charming. His smile, his voice, his sense of humour— Was it too late to go back on the working relationship only rule?
No, I couldn't step back from that. Nothing good would come of Bam and I sharing anything other than work and a few drinks. I didn't want to be just another woman he slept with. I didn't want to be that with any man. Was a meaningful relationship too much to ask for?
I swallowed and nodded. "Good. We should meet during the week to iron out the details. Unless tomorrow you realise it was the beer talking."
He looked down at his glass. "It might have given me the courage to suggest it," he said. "But I'm sincere in wanting to do this. It's…" He seemed to be searching for the right words. "It's important to me."
I nodded. "All right then. let's do it."
He arched an eyebrow. "Now who's flirting?"
I rolled my eyes, but my heart thudded harder.
"Not me," I said firmly. Okay, maybe I had a bit, but I hadn't meant to. Well, mostly hadn't meant to. I might have meant to flirt a little bit.
"Maybe you can flirt with me then?" A woman with dark hair, dark eyes and cleavage for days, slid into the seat beside Bam. "I'm Heaven."
Bam blinked, his eyes all on her. "Yeah, so I see."
