Although he grumbles, August does as I ask.
That’s better.
At least now I can see our guest. She looks beautiful tonight—not that I’m going to say that out loud and make it awkward for the whole damn night.
There’s no rule against thinking it, is there?
August’s bony finger jabs into my shoulder. “It’s going to be too busy downtown. Park on the East side. We can walk across the bridge.”
“I know where to park.”
“You think you know, but I can guarantee that you don’t.”
God, I hate him.
Loren unzips her purse, and it really shouldn’t be sexy, but watching those fingers drag down that zipper makes me think of the zipper on my jeans that suddenly feel a lot tighter than they were a few seconds ago.
“I have my parking pass,” she says, withdrawing a red hanging pass. “My office is near the Gulch. Does that help?”
I didn’t realize she worked all the way in the city. That drive is a bitch with traffic. Back when I worked in finance, I used to make it every day.
One of the many things I don’t miss from my stint in corporate America.
“That’s great. Thanks.” It’ll be a bit of a walk downtown, but at least we don’t have to park across the river.
Her arm brushes mine when she leans forward to slip the pass onto my dashboard.
It should be an innocuous touch but even a graze has me firing on all cylinders.
Time to distract myself before I start getting ideas that have no place in my head.
When I ask what she does, she says she’s a temp at an advertising agency. I don’t know many people working as temps who like their jobs, but from the genuine smile on her cotton-candy lips, she appears to be the exception.
I think I might even like her job too when I find out the parking lot is right at the top of the hill, behind the museum.
Loren’s hips sway as she walks, those sequins catching the streetlights like a disco ball. I don’t normally pay too much attention to what I throw on, but being next to her makes me feel underdressed. If I’d known beforehand that she was going to come, I would’ve worn a button down instead of my plain black henley. Not that you can see it under my jacket.
August knocks my hip with his, giving me a knowing glance.
Looks like I got caught doing the one thing I told him not to do. Not that I’ll ever admit it. “What?”
“You know what,” he mutters under his breath so Loren doesn’t overhear.
“Mind your own damn business.”
He grins. “But minding yours is so much more fun.”
CHAPTER 15
ELLIOTT
August
Get me Jack n cock
Cock
Cock
