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Liam shrugged. “I think you know I'm not sexist,” he said as we walked through the parking lot to his car. Liam opened the passenger door for me to get in. “Why is it not sexist for a woman to expect a man to open the door for her?” he teased.
I slid into the car, taking time to stretch my legs out, knowing it would drive Liam nuts. “It’s just good manners,” I said.
He laughed as he shut the door. The tension in the car was palpable as we drove to the wedding. And it wasn’t the tension of enemies being stuck in close quarters together. It was the tension of two horny people whose chemistry was off the scale, stuck in close quarters together, waiting to see who would be the one to fall off the wagon first.
I reached out to turn the radio on at the same time Liam did the same. Our hands brushed against each other and I swear sparks literally flew. We drew our hands away as if we’d touched hot iron. Liam cleared his throat and tentatively turned the radio on. A love song was playing. What else?
I crossed my legs in the cramped confines of his sports car and let out a breath. I could feel his gaze focused my way. My short dress had ridden up high in the car. I could feel him staring at the curves of my thighs. I looked straight ahead, trying to ignore him, when I noticed a van heading straight towards us. A long angry beep screamed in the air.
“Watch the road!” I yelled. My heart was pounding a mile a minute.
Liam swerved back into our lane, just in the nick of time. “Quit distracting me, woman,” he muttered.
“If you kept your eyes on the road where they should be, you wouldn’t be distracted,” I snapped back.
Silence. Angry silence. Hostile tension was better than sexual tension at any rate. At least with Liam.
I was relieved when we arrived at the wedding venue. Thank God it was our last one we’d have to attend together. I planned to stay as far away from Liam as possible tonight and every day after. If, and that was a big if, I planned to stay on with his new company, I was going to have to work alone. And at home. There was no way we could have this sort of stuff going on between us every day.
“I wonder what strange event this wedding will hold tonight,” Liam mused as we walked into the ballroom. He was trying to smooth things over. That was Liam. His anger never lasted long. Though he liked a healthy competition, Liam was a man who preferred peace and love to arguments, a fact that sometimes drove my argumentative self nuts. This time, I decided peace was preferable.
“I don’t know. Maybe a tango dancing dog?”
We laughed, releasing some of the tension between us.
Tonight’s wedding was for the daughter of Harold Donovan, the eldest of the brothers. My plan was to seek out his son Maxwell, who I’d read was his right-hand man, and try to set up a meeting with all the brothers. Meanwhile, Liam was supposed to charm Harold’s assistant on an information mission. If we did well this evening, we’d come out with a meeting with Magnum to discuss the possibility of coming on board with Chase Enterprises. It was a simple plan with little risk and the possibility of a high payoff. A win-win in my book. What could go wrong?
